The woman in front of the large screen had reported for nearly ten minutes before she came down with the files, walking straight to Justin Battleson, a hint of a smile apparent on her somewhat heroically set face.
She set down the documents, her voice neither loud nor soft, remarking: "Mr. President, all the quarterly work reports are in here, would it be bothering you to take a look?"
Hearing this, Justin looked up and took the files, nodded, saying: "Alright, I’ll review it."
There was no emotion in his voice, it was even difficult to tell what he was thinking.
A sigh escaped from Charlotte Thompson, her face still flushed.
If she hadn’t known, who would have believed that a man like that, just a minute ago, was like a child, using the desk to hide his impromptu kiss from her.
An unknown feeling welled up in her heart, as if honey had flowed from the bottom of it.
Having received Justin’s answer, the woman, in heels, turned around and walked back to her seat, which was next to Charlotte’s.
When she sat down, she took a small sip of water, her gaze inadvertently landing on Charlotte.
The latter was absentmindedly writing something, her head bowed. Chapters first released on novel⸺fire.net
She put down the cup, slightly leaning towards Charlotte and then, with a worried whisper, asked: "Miss Thompson, are you not feeling well?"
Hearing this, Charlotte came back to her senses and looked over, a faint scent of gardenia filling her nostrils.
Unlike the scent of perfume, it was more like the smell of laundry detergent.
Towards this woman she was meeting for the first time, Charlotte found herself inexplicably drawn, she touched her nose and replied with a smile: "Not really... why do you ask?"
Upon hearing, the woman gave a chuckle, saying: "Miss Thompson, your face is practically bleeding."
The tone was somewhat mocking, leading Charlotte to wrinkle her nose a bit. In the woman’s eyes, she saw a hint of derision.
With a level of understanding hitting her, the realization made Charlotte’s face burst into flustered red, she wanted to crawl into a small hole and disappear. All she could do was give a dry laugh and bury her head in the desk, rushing to write in the record book.
After the managers of each department had finished their reports and the meeting was over, an hour had passed. Everyone was busily packing up their things, then leaving in small groups.
Charlotte grabbed the record book and turned around, just as the woman from before was about to leave with her belongings.
When their eyes met, the woman winked at Charlotte.
Charlotte’s cheeks flushed pink once again.
In the president’s office.
Charlotte rushed into the office, stumbling a bit, and put her documents down on the desk and sat down in her chair.
Seconds later, Justin walked in as well.
Leisurely picking up a cup of water, he asked with a smile: "Why did you run so fast?"
Upon hearing this, Charlotte shot him a glare and snapped, "Justin, I swear if you do that again in public, I’ll end your probationary period right away."
As her words fell, Justin arched an eyebrow,"End probationary period... turn official then?"
Seeing him twist her words, Charlotte rubbed her forehead and said with exasperation, "You..."
"Alright, alright." Justin saw she was genuinely angry, and stopped teasing her. He gave a slight smile, stepped forward to her desk, and cooed, "Don’t be angry anymore, I won’t do that again in the future."