Vicarious Compensation: The CEO's Mandatory Contract
Gong Yuanzhen looked down on everyone on the cover of a financial magazine, but I knocked over his sky-high-priced suit in a cafe.
"Compensation? Even if I tear you apart, I won't be able to pay for a small change." The store manager screamed and wanted to call the police.
He clamped my trembling wrists, and his eyes penetrated my bone marrow like X-rays: "I will be a personal assistant tomorrow."
The black pass was thrown into the coffee stains, reflecting my pale face.
Later I found out that deep in the drawer of his desk——
There is an old photo of me that looks exactly like me locked up.
Very engaging and well written