Tugging at the corner of her lips, Titus Zane reminded him, "Director Foley, it is work hours now."
Wesley Foley raised an eyebrow, leaned back lazily in his chair, and assumed a semi-reclined posture. One hand hung by the side of his executive chair while the other still fiddled with the folder. His long fingers tapped unconsciously—such a willful gesture, especially with his smirk that was slightly mischievous and flirtatious. All in all, his demeanor was rather nonchalant.
Titus Zane realized that men all act the same once they start being unserious!
Like Nathan Moore, and the man in front of her, who seemed gentle and refined on normal days but could also have such naughty moments.
She held the schedule with one hand and placed it in front of her, while the other curled up to lightly cough twice in front of her lips—a sign of her embarrassment.
When she lifted her gaze again to meet Wesley Foley’s not-so-serious eyes, she said, "President, if there is nothing else, I will take my leave first."
After speaking, Titus Zane turned to leave, feeling somewhat awkward with the feeling of being flirted with, especially by such a refined man.
Just as she reached the office door and before she could pull it open, the voice of Wesley Foley sounded from behind her, turning serious once more.
Titus Zane turned around, holding the schedule in front of her, her beautiful eyebrows raising in confusion. Despite being dressed like a powerful career woman, the beige dress she wore exuded an allure rarely found in other women.
Then she saw Wesley Foley casually throw the folder he had been playing with earlier onto the desk, "Carry, assistant, send this data sheet to the research institute later."
Startled for a moment, Titus Zane returned to the desk, picked up the document, and gave a slight nod, "Yes, President."
Walking out of the office in her high heels, the sound of her steps became distant, Wesley Foley picked up a pen, and with a slowly narrowing gaze, he watched the closed door of the office.
Exiting the President’s office, Titus Zane held the data sheet tightly in her hand.
If she wasn’t wrong, this was the data for the new product just developed by the company, which is exactly what the buyers needed.
Keeping an elegant expression on her face and walking gracefully, but once she got back to her own office and closed the door, Titus Zane quickly walked to her desk. Without taking time to sit down, she put down the schedule and the data sheet given by Wesley Foley, opened it, and started to flip through it eagerly.
Rows of data composed of numbers, English letters, and symbols were beyond her understanding, but even without comprehending the details, she knew how vital this data was.
Closing it, she circled around to sit in her office chair, elbows on the desk, thumb pressed against her lips, gently biting it—the glint in her eyes revealed her internal struggle.
At night, when Titus Zane returned to her apartment after work, Jon hadn’t left.
Sitting on the couch, dressed in loungewear, his arms stretched back resting on the top of the sofa, one long leg on top of the other, shaking unconsciously as he watched a TV show—his posture was completely relaxed.
"Why haven’t you left yet!" As soon as she stepped one foot in, Titus Zane asked bluntly.
Jon turned his eyes towards her and said as if it were obvious, "Why would I go spend money on a hotel when there’s a free place to stay."
Shutting the apartment door, not bothering to change into slippers, Titus Zane quickly approached the couch.
"Jon, you should know, this isn’t my place. Wesley Foley could come over any time!"
"Then let him come. It’s not like we’re doing anything wrong."