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    While he was meeting with clients and conductingpany meetings, he would often suddenly gaze into an empty space, his eyes bing somewhat unfocused.


    Even when Ms. Taylor came to Steve Burton in the afternoon to have documents reviewed and signed, Steve finished checking the documents and quickly wrote three characters on them with a whoosh.<div>


    He wrote quickly, and Ms. Taylor couldn’t see exactly what he had written. As Steve closed the documents and handed them to Ms. Taylor, he suddenly seemed to remember something, opened the documents, nced at the signature column, and his brow furrowed slightly. He immediately tore the documents down, tore them to pieces in two or three strokes, and threw them into the trash can next to him. Then he looked up and said to the stunned Ms.


    Taylor, “Print me another copy of the document.”


    As a secretary, the most important quality is to obey all orders from superiors. Despite her doubts, Ms. Taylor immediately withdrew her astonished expression when Steve gave the order and nodded respectfully before leaving Steve’s office.


    Once the office was quiet again, Steve leaned backzily in his chair, raised his hand, rubbed his forehead, and after a moment, bent down, picked up the torn document from the trash can, pieced it together on the table, and finally put together the signature column. In it were three bold, elegant, and flowing characters: Ruby Gregory.


    On the third day when Steve entered the office, Ruby still hadn’te to work. There was no need for approval for a secretary’s assistant to take leave, so, although Steve wondered when Ruby would be back, he never asked Ms. Taylor.


    However, on this day, he wasn’t as absent-minded as the day before but seemed to have swallowed gunpowder. His temper became incredibly irritable and, like a loaded machine gun, heshed out at anyone he came across with no mercy, practically carrying out a brutal massacre like a bloodthirsty dictator of ancient times.


    All morning, in Steve’s office, the sound of mming documents and scolding never ceased, causing the nervous atmosphere outside the secretary’s office to be low-spirited.


    By the afternoon, Steve’s “machine gun” had attacked the offices of Rusell Henris, Edward Woods, Howard Coleman, and Madeleine. The four usually spent their free time in Steve’s office, but after being scolded twice, they considered the area within thirty meters of Steve’s office a restricted zone.


    At three o’clock in the afternoon, a small problem urred in the Technical Department, but Steve made a big fuss and called the director to his office for a full ten-minute berating..