Domineering Love
Chapter 403 - 403 404 Are You My Happiness

Chapter 403: Chapter 404: Are You My Happiness? Chapter 403: Chapter 404: Are You My Happiness? She lightly clenched her fist, then released it, standing before the conference table just like reciting in front of the classroom podium during her school years, slowly began, “Dear leaders, I joined Demon Manga Limited towards the end of last year. The duration of my work has not been long, just less than five months. But length of time doesn’t fully represent experience, and having experience doesn’t mean one has ability. Of course, I can’t guarantee how strong my abilities are right now, but I have absolute confidence and one hundred percent passion to take up this position. Please give me a probation period. I will not let you down.”

The leaders asked some questions in turn, and Cherish Turner answered each query calmly and objectively.

In the end, a representative of the leaders said solemnly, “Miss Turner, your professional knowledge and theoretical analysis are very good, and you also have a great vision. But the work experience of just five months is lacking some grind in terms of time.”

The attitude of the leaders was clear. Cherish accepted it indifferently.

After the leaders dispersed, Editor-in-Chief Davis rose to his feet and walked over to Cherish, patting her shoulder in comfort, “It’s okay. One step at a time.”

“I understand. I’m grateful for Editor-in-Chief Davis’s promotion.” Cherish said gratefully.

Editor-in-Chief Davis showed a rare smile before saying, “But you can still follow me.”

Cherish laughed, “I would be pleased.”

And so, she went from Assistant Manager to Assistant Director.

Editor-in-Chief Davis was promoted, and the colleagues at the comic chapter wanted to celebrate with a meal. Editor-in-Chief Davis agreed. At the end of work, everyone walked out of the company together. As soon as they walked out of the building, they saw a black Maserati parked on the opposite side of the road. The luxury car naturally drew attention, and the few male colleagues who are keen on famous cars murmured a few words.

Cherish took a glance and recognized who it was without needing to look at the licence plate.

But she didn’t want to acknowledge it, still laughing and talking with Harris.

The car stood there without moving.

The gathering inevitably involved drinking and eating, and those who did have cars didn’t drive. They simply all took a taxi together.

The chosen place for the gathering was indeed nice. The third floor was a restaurant, and the fourth floor had a KTV. A large private room had been reserved in advance. But the group was reluctant to crack jokes when they saw President Davis sitting there with a solemn face, just like at the company. A full table of dishes were served, and everyone began to eat. Everyone whispered when they spoke, afraid to upset anyone.

Suddenly President Davis said, “Aren’t you all very noisy usually? You should act like it’s work when it’s work time, but now that it’s after work you should act like it!” She said, suddenly showing a smile, making everyone feel more at ease, “Make some noise! I’m not used to you all being quiet!”

“Our President Davis has spoken!” Harris hastily boasted in a joking manner, “Make some noise, everyone! Old Goodman, I am going to compete with you in drinking today! I heard that you are the wine god of our department!”

“You little rascal!” Old Goodman laughed out loud, and the pair opened several bottles of beer together.

The atmosphere began to liven up, everyone eating, drinking, talking, laughing, and then karaoke was fought from the restaurant to the KTV.

Someone selected a song titled “Are You My Happiness?” and Harris and another female colleague went up to sing it. The two each held a microphone, singing with deep emotion. Cherish sat on the sofa, quietly watching the lyrics on the screen. The soft voices of the two women were in her ears, “Are you my happiness / why does happiness make people so melancholy / Love is getting blurry / Your contribution / I am always unclear / are you my happiness / why does happiness make people melancholic…”.

Cherish picked up her glass and drank all the beer in it in one gulp.