Chapter 31: A Stingy Man

Sandy was an uncommon humble one in the office. Olive would not

refuse anyone who asked her for help even though that was not Sandy

asking. Some workplace rules must be learned anyway. Olive would

keep a smile on her face even thought it was the most hateful person.

Olive walked into Alan's office with a cup of coffee in her hand. He was

reading the documents on his desk. He asked lightly when he saw her

coming in," Are you recovered?”

Olive bent her body a little and put the coffee cup on the desk.

Somehow, she said daringly without a second thought," I'm good now.

Is Mr. Hoyle going to have a check on me?"

She was frightened by her words, too.

Alan looked at her in silent. Olive was a little embarrassed. She felt

somehow that there was some other profound meaning in his sight but

it was also quiet like an old well. His deep and serene eyes seemed like

taking away her soul. She was bashful and said," Mr. Hoyle, pardon me

if there is nothing else.”

He suddenly put down the documents in his hand, raised up and

crossed the desk then approached her. Olive was trembled and took a

step back in spite of herself," What are you going to do?"

"You asked me to check your body, didn't you?" Alan lifted Olive's chin

and said with a playful and frivolous joking tone.

The soft feeling made his finger becoming sensitive singularly.

Olive put her hands in front of her chest resisting. She did not dare to

look his eyes," I was just joking."

"But I don't like jokes. What if I would like to seem it a truth?" His

breath was close to her face.

Olive moved back tile she could not anymore. There was a wall behind

her.

His hands rested spontaneously on the wall beside both sides of her

forming a locking circle. The space in the circle was the world she got

now.

Olive was blushed and her heart was beating fast,” Don't do anything

unruly. I will shout for help if you don't let go me.”

But he put his head on her shoulder and said,” Head-Shoulders, isn't

it?"

Hum?

Olive was stupefied and did not react for a long while.

Alan closed his eyes and clung to it for a while. Then he let go her,

raised his finger and flipped on her forehead,” A joke for a joke. We are

even now."

Then he returned to his indifferent appearance and got back to his seat.

Olive was sweaty since she was frightened by him. She could not laugh

nor cry. Alan Hoyle, could you be stingier? How could you make a joke

on this? If there was someone getting in suddenly and saw them doing

that then sprayed the rumor. She would be killed by those

inapprehensive sights.

She could not do anything to him even though she was very angry. She

settled her mood and said ponderously,” Pardon me if there is nothing

gllse.”

"Are you afraid of me?"

She was afraid of him? She used to dare riding on his neck and

stripping his hair. But now, she could only answer like this," A boss is

always prestigious in front of an employee. My livelihood is holding in

your hand anyway."

Alan touched his chin. He suddenly turned the screen to the side

towards her," Have a look. What's wrong with the computer in the

company today."

The topice was change too fast that made Olive reacting slower. What

was important was, it had to be an interrogative sentence but he said it

like a declarative sentence and there was an ambiguity in his expression

since he just molested her.

On the other hand, she helped Sandy to send coffee to him when she

just arrive in the office. How could she know since she was not able to

turn on her computer.

"Is there anything wrong?”

Olive walked forward for a few steps. She was not dared to get close

too much. This man was dangerous. It was better to keep a distance.

She saw unreadable codes were rotating on the whole screen like a

crowd of tadpoles were swimming and this made her feeling dizzy.

However, she was an half idiot on computers. She could do some basic

works with office software but if it was about something deeper, asking

her was similar to ask a wall.

"I'm going to call the webmaster.”

However, even the webmaster could not help with the problem.

Computers in the company got into the same situation one by one. The

webmaster worked on it for a long time but he could not find a clue

that what was going on. That was really despairing.

In the end, the webmaster had to look at the expression of Alan

carefully and bite the bullet,” Mr. Hoyle, the computers are supposed to

be attacked by virus. We have not found out where the virus came

from. We..."

"Ask someone else to solve it if you can't. Miss Steele, you will be in

charge of this now. I would like you to give me an satisfying explain by

this noon."

"Me?" Olive pointed herself with a dark and dim sight. Alan could say

that easily since he was the big boss. He could never feel the difficulty

of a small employee.

Alan lifted his eyebrows,” Is there any problem?”

"No... No problems.” Or how could she answer the question. He was the

boss and she was the employee. She just had the right to obey the

order. Welcome to the real world.

However, where she could find the expert to solve the problem?

Besides, wasn't this a duty of the webmaster? Why she have to be

involved?

Olive felt that Alan was making her in a pickle willfully.

But he was normal yesterday, wasn't he?

Through the connections of the webmaster, a few called experts were

found but they all failed one by one. When Olive could find no way out,

her phone surrounded by documents rang.