The CEO's Sweet Pie

Choose between（3）

The situation was changing too fast. Ava finally understood. Her face suddenly turned pale: "Ivan, I..."

"Here," Ivan interrupted and handed her the note. Take this to Claire and tell her I arranged it. Work hard. You can do great things for Avon International with your intellect and time.

He looked at his watch and said, "When you go out, ask Evelyn to come in.

Ava had to take the note with shaking hands. Her whole face turned pale and then red. When she saw that Ivan had bowed his head to work, she knew nothing could be undone. She did not even dare to make a sound. Her legs felt heavy and weak as if they were filled with lead. She walked out, her fingernails tearing off a corner of the paper in her hand.

She had worked hard for three and a half years to get where she was, but now she was being sent back to the beginning and made to train with the recruits. This was even more embarrassing than being fired.

Outside the door, Evelyn and Candy had already returned. Ava was full of resentment and had no place to vent it. When she saw them, her eyes almost shot fire. But she didn't dare to be too unrestrained with the person she feared the most sitting behind the door. She gave Evelyn a fierce look and said, "Ivan told you to go in!"

Then she quickly walked over to Candy, her finger almost touching her nose, and scolded in a low voice, "As a junior, you still don't know how to behave! Why are you running around the office? You should know when to act! You cheap little slut-

"'Ava,' Evelyn interrupted coldly. She stood up, leaned her back against the edge of the desk and crossed her arms. Her usually calm eyes had a rare, faint look, and she looked a little like Ivan. "Even if Mila did something wrong, it's not your place to lecture her, right?"

It would have been better if she hadn't gotten involved, but this whole thing made Ava, who was already criticizing in a veiled way, almost explode. She pointed her finger at them and said, "Don't think you're so great just because you're in this position! Who doesn't know that it's-"

"Of course I'm great," Evelyn said with a smile. She was used to keeping a low profile and had no interest in making friends or enemies, but that didn't mean others could behave recklessly within her jurisdiction. "If you're so capable, try to take me down and take my place for yourself. I'm waiting."

Ava was speechless. After biting her lower lip until it turned purple, she stormed off.

Evelyn waved away Candy, who looked at her admiringly and turned to knock on Ivan's office door.

Ivan stood before the window, one hand resting on the glass, his gaze lost somewhere in the sky through the thick blue glass. His dark, slender back looked proud and lonely against the backdrop of the vast sky outside the entire wall.

When he heard the door creak, he didn't turn around but said, "Come here. She walked over as he instructed, and he looked at her sideways. After a moment of silence, he casually raised his hand and gently squeezed her upper arm, causing her to let out a small "ooh." Immediately, a look of displeasure flashed across his face. Ava had used too much force, and he was afraid that fingerprints had already been left on her delicate skin.

"Ivan asked for me, what's going on?" She backed away slightly, her movement almost imperceptible.

"Are you and Candy getting along okay?" She smiled and replied, "We're the only two people on the 66th floor, so of course we're a little closer."

"I specifically asked Claire for her."

She looked at him in surprise. He usually didn't care about many senior appointments and combined public opinion, recommendations from superiors, and personnel evaluations to make decisions. Now, he had personally appointed a newcomer, which was puzzling.

"Surprised?" he asked.

She nodded slightly.

"I went to see Claire once and saw her cajoling Claire, her face full of anger and pleading, that mischievous rascal look..." The corners of her mouth rose unconsciously, and she looked at her, "Just like you used to be."

Her expression remained natural, except for her eyelashes, which fluttered slightly for about ten seconds. Then she smiled slightly, "Is that what happened to me?

"What?"

"Did you ask to come here, too?"

"No, you didn't," he said frankly. "To be honest, I was pretty surprised when Claire recommended you.

However, he never interfered with his subordinates' personnel arrangements.

At that moment, she understood that he would keep his word because she had been with Avon International for two years, and if he wanted to transfer her to the 66th floor because of Tina or for any other reason, he would not have had to wait until now.

"So if it weren't for Manager Chi's recommendation, you wouldn't even know me?" she asked half-jokingly.

The most significant difference between senior and junior employees is their scope and level of contact. Even if they are in the same building, they may never meet. She had only seen him from a distance on the podium at the year-end party for the past two years.

He smiled and said, "I know you are with Avon International.

"Oh?" How could this busy man at the company's top notice such a trivial thing?

"Sarah told me. She knew on your first day."

The answer was as unexpected as it was expected. Had Sarah been keeping an eye on her since her return? She didn't pursue the matter, not wanting to get into a long conversation. She laughed and said, "Hey, I almost forgot; I must give Kane some documents."

He ignored her excuse and looked up at the sky, his expression inscrutable. "And you? Why did you choose Avon International?"

"Ethan helped me with my resume, and I was surprised when I received an interview invitation from Manager Chi."

"Not by your own choice?" He asked quietly as if confirming something.

Evelyn paused momentarily before answering, "When I graduated, he helped me with everything. To her, work was just work, and it didn't matter what company she worked for, so she let Ethan arrange everything. She didn't expect to end up here.

He nodded without saying anything else, his expression a little cold and distant.

"I'll go out first." Ivan didn't turn around until the door closed. His thin lips were tightly pressed into a straight line, and his eyes were deep as if surrounded by cold smoke.