In My Desperate Time Chapter 83 You don’t know the worries of having big boobs.

“Corporate spy?” I stare at him, feeling difficult to digest the news.

I don’t think I can take this huge responsibility.

“I am sure, but I don't know who it is yet. Our company's new product to be launched next month was
brought to market early by the rival company. The design and materials are the same as ours, so there
must be an inside spy. And, it must be in the design department. Because the design department has
the first-hand knowledge of the design.”

Steven Song's expression is very serious, which makes me understand the seriousness of this matter.

But I don’t think I can take this huge responsibility.

“I have never met this before. Will I be murdered if the spy finds out that I am investigating on it?”

The thought of scenes from the old TV series makes my scalp tingled.

“You think too much. All you have to do is try your best to pay more attention, I'll do the dangerous
things.” He taps me on the shoulder as a sign to relax.

But I am so nervous.

“Why me? I know nothing, and I am not familiar with other co-workers.”

“Because in this company, you are the only one I trust.”

His sincere eyes make me feel that he really believes in me.

He's the second friend I can confide in, besides Mindy Sue. He has helped me a lot since I met him.

I value friends, not because he is my boss, I should help him as a friend.



“All right. I will help You. But I can’t guarantee that I will find out who it is.”

On my way out of Steven Song's office, I bump into his new assistant.

When I go downstairs, I fell something strange, but I could not tell what it is. People in the same
elevator also look at me strangely.

When I go into the office, May Wilson sees me and purses her lips disgustedly.

“Someone cheats and forgets to wipe her mouth, for fear that no one knows what she did.”

May Wilson is Nicole Snow's assistant. They sing the same tune. It’s not surprising that she doesn’t like
me. But I can’t bear her humiliation.

“Pay attention to your words. Who cheated? Be careful, or I will sue you for libel!” I say to her in a cold
voice.

She snorts, pointing at my breasts.

“You are the one who did something shameful. How dare you yelling to sue me? Your shirt is
unbuttoned. It’s obvious that you want to show off your relationship with Steven Song.”

Shirt?

I look down and see that the second button of my shirt is open. I quickly button it up.

I think it was Steven Song's assistant who knocked my button open. No wonder people look at me
strangely in the elevator.

That’s so embarrassing!



I felt tight when I wore this shirt before. These days, thanks to Frances Louis’s “hard work”, my breasts
become D cup, no wonder the shirt can’t cover up.

I smooth down my shirt and walk in front of May Wilson, deliberately shaking my breasts in front of her.

Then my button pops off again.

I button my shirt calmly, look at her “airport”, and say proudly, “Sorry, big boobs. How can you “airport”
knows the worries of having big boobs?”

Then I swagger past May Wilson. After walking away for miles, I could hear her gnashing her teeth
behind.

I can’t tackle with this kind of person politely, or she would turn her nose at me.

I can suffer in my own family, but I can’t suffer outside.

“Import all these drawings into the computer and there can be no mistake.”

In the office, Nicole Snow throws me a pile of paper.

There are hundreds of design drawing. If I want to import them into the computer, I need to scan first,
then convert the format and modify the picture. It’s a little complicated.

“I have to go to the shopping mall for investigation. Give it to me at work tomorrow. I need it for a
meeting.” Then Nicole Snow goes out with May Wilson.

May Wilson gives me a triumphant look.

Of course, she'll be happy. It would take me two to three days to finish this job. If she needs them
tomorrow, I think I'll have to work late into the next morning. Even this, however, I don’t think I can finish
it.



Although I know Nicole Snow is making things difficult for me, I treat all my work seriously and get
down to do it.

At noon I have a bread for lunch. After work, I still stay in the office to work.

All the drawings have been imported into the computer and half of the drawings have been modified. I
check the time and it has already been eight o 'clock.

Frances Louis calls.

“Why are you not home? Where are you?”

He sounds not polite. Maybe he thinks I am with Noah Jefferson. I have my hands full today! How could
I have spare time to think other things!

“I am working at company. I just finished half of my work.” I heave a sigh of relief.

“Go home and cook for me.”

Then Frances Louis hangs me up relentlessly.

Such domineering landlord will not care whether we peasants live or die.

Although I am dissatisfied with Frances Louis's behavior, I get my purse and go home according to his
commands. As for the rest, I shall do it after dinner. I'm starving. I can’t work myself to death.

The meeting is tomorrow afternoon, so It's okay if I give the drawings to Nicole Snow a little later.

When I get home, Frances Louis is lounging on the sofa, playing with his phone.

Seeing I come back, he commands, “I am hungry, cook for me.”



With so much work to do, I simply cook two dishes for dinner, and it only takes me half an hour.

Luckily, Frances Louis doesn’t say anything and eats all up.

After washing the dishes quickly, I take the computer to the room to get ready for work.

Frances Louis comes in and put his arms around my waist from behind.

He nibbles my earlobe and whispers in my ear.

“Have you ever heard ‘when one is fed and warmed, his sexual desires will come up’?”


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