Chapter 17 Damage

With light and elegant steps, Tracy confidently stepped into the Golden Oyster Building, exuding a lively and fresh charm. Along the way, the men in the past, without exception, paid attention to the beautiful girl with slender and slender appearance, exquisite and smooth facial features, and extremely attractive delicate honey-colored skin, until her eyes were cut off by the elevator door.

The god of fate favored Tracy, gave her a touching beauty, and gave her extraordinary wisdom, so that she graduated from law school to obtain a professional lawyer's qualification certificate at the age of less than 20, and successfully stood out from more than 1,000 applicants. She was one of the most powerful in Rome. Hiring of Anda Law Firm.

As soon as she set foot on society, she got a good job with rich salaries and benefits. She entered the quasi-middle class. The beautiful upper class is opening the door for her. What else can a girl who comes out of the slums expect?

"If you have a beautiful and charming face and are not stingy*, what can't you get?"

When such extremely vicious gossip came from the mouths of those who applied for the law school, Tracy was simply angry.

Opportunities are as fair as the law, and only those who have the ability and work tirelessly are preferred. In fact, Tracy believes that her success has nothing to do with her appearance, but is entirely due to her tireless hard work. Tracy secretly vowed to slap back those shameless guys with brilliant achievements in the future.

So far, Tracy has done a very good job. She is smart and capable, and her hard work is so hard that all her colleagues are amazed. She is ashamed of herself. A month before the end of the probationary period, she got the key to a single office in advance. Since Tracy entered the office, the female staff, who has been sharply reduced by the attention density of the same department, felt a stronger threat and secretly gathered together to discuss with jealousy: "Look at the ** poor embryo who has just moved out of the dirty pigeon cage. If her * is half full of her strength, she doesn't have to do this kind of hard work. If you make money and become an actor, maybe you can even grab Adina's market.

Adina is the most famous film and television star in Rome. She has coveted * and thighs, and is good at showing off in film and life, winning countless male fans of all ages. According to the private estimates of male employees, Tracy's * certainly can't catch up with Aidona's plump and sexy, but it is small and strong with a different beauty. It is believed that the above comments of female staff sound a little unrealistic and slanderous.

The slander behind the female staff spread to Tracy's ears. While she was angry, she also understood the fact that no matter at any time and anywhere, any outstanding person would inevitably be attacked by unprovoked slander from vulgar people around her.

Stepping into her office, Tracy immediately threw herself into her busy work. According to the practice of Anda Law Firm, new lawyers will be arranged in the insurance compensation department, using a large number of boring but trap-filled insurance document terms to hone the willpower of ambitious new young people and cultivate their vision to be extremely tricky and vicious. This transition period is usually one year, and Tracy is confident to shorten the time to less than nine months.

The communicator on the table sounded, and Tracy quickly pressed the receiver. An image of a man appeared on a flat screen. Hello, Miss Tracy.

"Hello, Mr. Garner, what can I do for you?" Tracy is very polite. Mr. Garner is a director of the Federally Insurance Company, a major client of Anda's firm, specializing in business contacts with the firm. She is a person who can't be neglected by her little lawyer.

"It's like this, Miss Tracy." Mr. Garner's throat seemed to be a little uncomfortable. He cleared his throat and said in a slightly low voice, "About the policy contract for next month's jewelry exhibition, some of the data may be a little wrong. I'll send someone to check with you the original policy held by the Golden Oyster Group Exhibition Center. Because our company needs to discuss those data later, my people will come to your office immediately. His name is Roda. Please help him handle this matter as soon as possible.

"Okay, Mr. Garner."

At the end of the call, Tracy immediately informed the reception that she had visited, notified the archives management office of the Golden Oyster Group, and then went to the data room to get the required documents and sort them out. Anda Law Firm is the internal firm of the Golden Oyster Group. As a business agent, Tracy has the right to access the archives of the Golden Oyster Group.

Ten minutes later, a young man walked into Tracy's office,

"Mr. Roda?" Tracy observed each other quickly and carefully. The other party is still tall, but his shoulders are a little collapsed, as if they are under invisible pressure all the time, and the lines of his face are too soft, giving people a feeling of weakness. His professional suit is not very suitable, the texture is not very good, and it seems to be a little restrained by Tracy's appearance. It can be seen that although this young man is lucky enough to enter a large company like Lianli Insurance, his work and life are not going well, resulting in a serious lack of self-confidence.

By the way, if you are appreciated by your boss, how can you be sent to do small things to run errands? Tracy quickly came up with the above judgment and thought sympathetically.

"Well, yes, I'm Roda, the auditor of Lianli Insurance Company. Are you Miss Tracy?" The young man's eyes fell on Tracy's beautiful amber eyes and immediately moved away uneasily. Suddenly, he realized that he had said a nonsense and suddenly became more nervous. He said, "Miss Tracy, you must have understood my intention. I don't know if it's convenient for you now. Can you..."

"No problem, come with me."

He was purely wasting each other's time, and Tracy simply interrupted each other. Such a guy really can't attract the attention of others. No wonder she will become a loser who can see the bleak future at a glance, and she thought with pity.

When they came to the confidential center on the 22nd floor of the Golden Oyster Building, an archivist was already waiting outside and took them into a sealed archives room through an alloy door equipped with a sound detector and a visual iris iris scanner.

"You can check it." The administrator opened a safe, took out a file and put it on the simple metal table, and stepped aside to supervise them.

"Thank you." Tracy sat down at the table and opened the folder she brought.

Roda also pulled away the * bag. Suddenly, his movements paused for a moment, followed by a look of panic and eagerly searched in the * bag. The administrator took a step forward and stared at him vigilantly.

"Mr. Roda, what's wrong with you?" Tracy asked strangely.

"Impossible, it's impossible. I clearly remember putting that document in my bag." Roda panicked and dumped all the documents in the bag, as well as some small objects such as business cards and pencils, on the table, and buried his head to review each piece of paper. The temperature in the archive room was a little cold, but Tracy could see that small beads of sweat were coming out of his forehead.

Finally, Rhoda stopped searching dejectedly, raised her head, and her face was pale and hoarse. Sorry, Miss Tracy, I think I made a big mistake. I didn't bring the required documents.

Damn it, this guy is simply murdering his precious time. Tracy pressed down a trace of anger floating on her chest and stared at him and suggested, "Your apology is meaningless to me, Mr. Roda. What you have to do now is go back to get the document and come back here."

"I don't have so much time, Miss Tracy." Roda's shoulder completely collapsed and said desperately, "If I can't go back to the company to report the company immediately after checking the data in time, Mr. Garner will definitely kick me out of the company... I'm done."

"Sorry, there's nothing I can do about it." Tracy took off her delicate and straight nose, closed the folder and stood up. It's time for us to get out of here, Mr. Rodda. He smiled and nodded to the administrator to apologize.

"No, please wait, Miss Tracy, you can help me." Rhoda's eyes suddenly glowed with hope and shouted excitedly, "The documents we hold should be consistent, as long as you make a copy for me."

"This is not in line with the regulations." Tracy hesitated.

"Please help me, Miss Tracy." Roda pleaded with her. This job is very important to me. I can't lose it. I worked hard and studied hard for many years before leaving the slum. I don't want to go back.

The last sentence moved Tracy. She thought about it for a few seconds and said to the administrator, "Mr. Cowz, what do you think?" This policy does not need to be strictly confidential, and it doesn't matter to have an extra copy.

"This is your business, Miss Tracy." The administrator doesn't care. My duty is to provide you with convenience. I don't care about anything else... There is a copier next door. If you are sure you need to use it, I can take you there.

"That's it. I'm sorry for the inconvenience." The effort of raising hands can save a person's future, although it is likely to be only temporary, Tracy also thinks it might as well help this little favor.

"Thank you, Miss Tracy, thank you..." Rhoda was very grateful, but it was difficult to express in words.

"Please follow me." The administrator put the case file back in the safe, locked it, and led Tracy out of the archives.

In less than five minutes, they returned to the archives room and saw that Roda had packed up the scattered items on the table, waiting for them with obvious tension and hope.

"We can start." Tracy sat down again.

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