Stuck in you

"Well..." Austin scratched his hair and didn't know what to say.
After waiting for a while, Rachel still heard, "Well... Well..." There was one word Austin could reply. Rachel interrupted him and
said coldly, "All right. He must be too busy on a business trip, so he doesn't have time to answer the phone. I won't ask you.
Bye."
Hearing the sound on the phone, Austin also hung up the phone. He put his phone on his chest, raised his head and said
unwillingly, "Boss, you really kill me!"
On the other hand, after hanging up the phone, Rachel felt a little uncomfortable. She had been worried about him before, but
now judging from Austin's tone, she could at least be sure that he was safe. But she believed that he should know what Jack
was busy with. But with the order of Jack, he concealed it from her, so he could not tell her what had happened.
As for the things that she didn't know...
Rachel also wanted to control her thoughts and didn't want herself to think about those messy things, but it was difficult to control
her mind.
When Rachel was in a trance, someone suddenly patted her on the shoulder from behind, which made her tremble with fear.
When she turned around and saw her colleague, she slowly breathed a sigh of relief. "What's the matter?"
"The executive is here. He wants to have a talk with you and Director in his office." The colleague stared straight at her, as if she
could read the gossip in this way.
The corners of Rachel's mouth twitched. She stood up and said, "I know. I'll be there soon."
The colleague immediately stretched out Rachel's hand, held her arm and asked affectionately, "What were you quarreling with
the Director just now? Did she bully you?"
She mentioned Director on purpose and just wanted to get some information from Rachel's mouth.
With a faint smile on her lips, Rachel didn't answer. She just looked down at the road and reminded her colleagues, "Watch out.
There is a stone under your feet. Be careful not to fall."
In the Director's office, the executive was sitting on the main chair, leaning back slightly, with his hands on the chair handle. His
curved fingers were gently tapping, and his expression was calm. It was hard to see that there was a stomach of anger in his

heart at this time.
At first, when the Director saw him come in, she thought he was talking about the guest list and felt uneasy. But now seeing him
like this, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief. She was also in the mood to go to the pantry outside and made a cup of tea
for him. She put it in front of him and kept praising him, "Executive, this tea was given by my uncle. It smells very fragrant and
mellow. Have a taste!"
"Well, put it aside." The executive pointed at the desk with a cold expression, and then raised his hand to look at his watch. He
frowned and asked, "Where did Rachel go during working hours? Why hasn't she come back yet?"
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
As soon as Rachel opened the door and came in, she immediately explained, "I just went downstairs to the park and sat for a
while, so I came up late."
The executive snorted coldly. With a trace of anger on his face, he said in a deep voice, "What's wrong with the list? Just now,
your Director said that you were in charge of this list. Why did you deny it at the meeting?"
It turned out that she had reported it in advance.
Rachel lowered her head and kept silent for a while. Then she said slowly, "Director didn't tell me about it. I don't know."
"You don't know?" The executive repeated with a frown, "If you say you don't know, do you mean that your Director has wronged
you?"
Rachel was about to nod his head, but Director had already said that she was wronged, "Rachel, it seems that when I hand over
the work to you in the future, I have to prepare a recorder pen to record the content, so that you won't directly act like this when
something happens, right?"
"I agree." With a fake smile on her face, Rachel said, "It's also a good chance to avoid you blaming me for something not real."
"How dare you!" Director's face suddenly changed. She pointed at Rachel's nose and snorted heavily, "Now I know you are so
eloquent!"
Then she turned around and took a few deep breaths before she slowly calmed down. "Executive, I clearly told her that the
names of these enterprises should be removed from the list, but she didn't listen. Now the invitation has been printed out. What
should we do?"

"They haven't been distributed yet. It's just a waste of money." The executive's voice suddenly became flat, and there was a
trace of joking in his dark eyes. He firmly locked his eyes on the face of the Director, "I said this list was not qualified at the
meeting. I think Rachel has told you, right? Why did you ask someone else to make the invitation? You seem to be in hurry."
"No, not like that..."
The Director's face turned pale with fear.
When she saw that the matter had almost been framed, she decided to directly order the advertising department to copy the
invitation according to the list.
She thought the executive wouldn't know these things, but she didn't expect... The Director immediately began to use the same
old trick, frowning, pretending to know this matter just now. She looked at Rachel and said, "I just wanted to ask you. Why are
the invitation directly printed out? Did you order it?"
"No, I didn't." But this time, Rachel didn't say anything but retorted.
The Director thought that Rachel had given in, so she was happy in her heart, and she couldn't stop talking. "The executive has
made it clear at the meeting that this list needed to be changed. Why don't you listen to him? You always make decisions by
yourself? Is the anniversary held by the hospital or by you?"
After all, she had been in this position for so many years and was good at giving somebody else a lesson.
Rachel didn't doubt her ability on this!
At this time, with a sudden "bang", the blue and white porcelain teacup on the table was raised by the executive and then heavily
smashed to the ground. The hot water in the teacup immediately splashed around and fell on the Director, but Rachel was not
hurt at all.
The Director stepped back two steps in a row and looked up at the executive in disbelief. With a bang in her mind, she felt the
fierce killing intent, and couldn't help shivering, but she still suppressed the feeling in her heart. She said with his lips trembling,
"Executive, I'm really not responsible for the list."
"Not you?" Patting heavily on the table, the executive stood up, pointed at her nose and said viciously, "Don't think that I don't
know how much money you have taken from the CEO of the CX Group. Do you want me to tell you everything before you admit
it?"

'Took Money...'
The Director didn't expect that the executive would know about it. She was so scared that she shrank her body and kept
stepping back. Her face was pale and her lips were trembling. "Well, I... I didn't. "
"No? I really see your impenitence." The executive stared at her with a straight face. He put a bank list on the table and tapped
heavily on it with his slender fingers. "Then explain to me, where did you get this money?"
"It's... From my relative... " The Director opened her mouth. Even so, she still wanted to lie.
But when she raised her eyes, she saw the cold and fierce light in the executive's eyes, which brought infinite pressure to her.
She trembled and said truthfully, "Executive, I'm wrong. Please give me another chance. I will never do that again."
The blue veins on the executive's forehead throbbed several times. He said coldly, "I have given you a chance before. But you
don't cherish it."
"A chance? What chance?" Even at this point, the Director still looked at the executive in confusion. She shook her head hard
and denied, "No, executive. You haven't given me a chance yet!"
The executive glanced at her in disgust, and quickly looked away, looking elsewhere in the office.
Rachel knew that it had nothing to do with her now. She wanted to stand aside quietly and watch the end of the play, but
obviously, the Director didn't give her the chance. She grabbed Rachel's arm heavily. Even though Rachel had worn a lot of
clothes, the Director's nails seemed to be able to penetrate through these layers of clothes and poke Rachel's skin.
She frowned and pulled her hand back. She said in a cold voice, "Before, after the meeting, the executive asked you to go to his
office. As long as you explain it clearly, it should be okay."
As soon as she finished speaking, the executive also said, "Yes, but I didn't expect that you would directly blame it on Rachel,
and you are still so stubborn! What? You are the Director and she is your subordinate. So it's natural for her to be your
scapegoat?"
Their voices were not low, and the executive came angrily, it had already caused a great uproar in the executive department. As
soon as they entered the office, they quietly leaned against the door to listen to what they were talking about.
Although they didn't hear it clearly, it was better than they guessed outside.

When Rachel came out of the office, all the skeptical eyes turned to praise her.