Billionaire Ex-wife: I Can't Live Without You

At this moment, in her small office, seven female employees stood in two rows in front of her.

The girls in the first row were pretty.

They pretended to be shy and nervous, but there was still a glint of greed in their eyes.

Lucinda cast a sidelong glance at them.

She didn’t Like them because she could see right through them.

She scanned the faces of each employee until her gaze landed on the girl standing at the end of the second row.

“You, come to the front.

”

The girl didn’t expect to be called.

Both surprised and happy, she timidly took two steps forward.

“Good day, Miss Ross.

My name is Vivian.

Vivian Sanders.

”

Lucinda rifled through the documents on her desk and found the girl’s resume.

It turned out that she was a newcomer here who had come from a small town, and her background was clean with nothing special.

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“Okay.

You’re going to be my assistant from now on.

”

Vivian’s eyes lit up enthusiastically.

The other employees were clearly unhappy with Lucinda’s decision.

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“Miss Ross, she has only been here a month.

She’s still on probation period.

Isn’t it against the rules to promote her?”

Lucinda cast a sidelong glance at the person who spoke up.

“What I say goes.

”

Everyone was speechless.

Then they filed out of Lucinda’s office sulkily.

Vivian, on the other hand, was very excited.

She kept bowing to Lucinda to express her gratitude to her.

“Thank you for this wonderful opportunity, Miss Ross.

I promise I’ll do my best to fulfill every task you give me!”

“Actions speak louder than words, Vivian.

” She gave Vivian an affirmative look and handed her a pile of documents.

“Get familiar with these materials as soon as possible.

”

“Got it.

”

With the documents in tow, Vivian practically skipped out of the office in high spirits.

As soon as she left, Lucinda turned to look at the scenery outside the French windows, rubbing her sore shoulders.