Elsewhere, within the HR department of Riley Group.
Charlotte Thompson has essentially become familiar with this department’s operations and has completed all onboarding tasks.
Then, onto the next department — the design department.
This is Charlotte’s main battlefield.
Perhaps Justin Battleson, worried she might not be comfortable sitting with so many people, arranged a private office for her.
The office, neither too big nor too small, faces the sun, providing an optimal working environment.
When she first learned that she had her private office, Charlotte was somewhat surprised.
She just joined forces yesterday, and everything is already so well arranged?
No doubt, that’s Justin Battleson — high in efficiency.
Charlotte looked around, then sat down on the sofa.
Justin Battleson stood across from her, one hand in his pocket.
Though his whole body emits an aura of ’keep your distance’, he still appears unbearably proud.
"Miss Thompson, is it decent?"
At the remarks, Charlotte slightly hooked her lips, her beautiful eyes shimmering: "Mr. Battleson, you really pull all the stops. Is this the treatment I get for joining the company?"
"Even if it’s a subsidiary company, won’t others comment on Mr. Battleson’s actions if I receive such special treatment?"
A private office for a newly recruited staff member is almost unheard of.
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But Charlotte is clearly merely a designer. Even with her success at Joy, here in Druarus, she’s just Charlotte.
Enjoying manager-level treatment right at the outset.
At this rate, there would be many people reporting discontent and envy.
"Not at all," Justin Battleson hooked his lips, saying, "Miss Thompson, your identity is different, and the courtesies you receive will naturally differ."
"Besides, Miss Thompson, as Design Director, a private office is standard for you."
After he finished, Charlotte smiled, but didn’t speak, just politely lowered her head and raised her right hand to smooth the folds of her skirt.
The black leather sofa and her long black skirt make her exposed legs look pale and delicate. The small black straps of her high heels add to her refined elegance.
Charlotte seemed to remember something suddenly. She picked up her head, her long eyelashes fluttering, her eyes watery: "I have a favour to ask, Mr. Battleson, would you agree?"
Justin Battleson nodded faintly: "Let me hear it?"
"I have a little assistant, her name’s Coco, she’s capable, can I bring her over?" she said.
Though stated as a question, her tone made it sound like a decision made.
Justin Battleson agreed readily. In contrast, it was Charlotte who looked at him in surprise.
The latter seemed rather carefree as he shrugged. His expression slightly changed, and after a few seconds, he opened his mouth in a subdued voice.
"Miss Thompson, since I’ve granted your request, I also want to ask you something in return."
Looking at Justin’s serious expression, Charlotte felt her breath hitch, her heartbeat skipping a beat.
This stern expression made Charlotte feel a sense of dread deep in her heart.
But considering he so readily agreed to her request, she couldn’t justly refuse him flat out.
She could only muster the courage to produced a friendly smile: "There’s actually something Mr. Battleson needs to ask me?"
Justin Battleson nodded his head; his Adam’s apple bobbed slightly.
Charlotte lowered her gaze, not daring to meet his gaze, and then spoke: "Alright, Mr. Battleson, just state your question outright."
As soon as she finished speaking, Justin Battleson unexpectedly dropped his gaze to look at her. The depth of his black eyes seemed as if they could see right into her soul.