"You may never know that his personal phone was never left with me. As long as he went out or socialized, even in the office, the private phone was in the nearest position at his hand. When he went on a business trip a while ago, he turned on the mode of crazy working overtime, driving everyone under his hand almost crazy. But one night, he was so tired that he fell asleep on the sofa, and when I sent the papers, I found that he had been holding his personal phone in his hand and his wallet, which was opened to put on his bosom."
"Wallet?" Irish was puzzled. She had opened his wallet and found nothing in it.
"Maybe there are important photos or something?" Daisy said, "I'm just an assistant. I dare not touch the boss's things."
Irish couldn't think of any pictures in it.
"Oh, by the way, the general manager sponsored the F1 racing competition held in Chicago. Do you know about it?" Daisy was rare to say tonight.
