Working in the president’s office was indeed much easier, at least there were no people from the design department out to cause trouble when you left.
Charlotte Thompson finished the last stroke of the line, her mouth slightly lifted into a smile. Just then, someone knocked on the solid wood office desk in front of her, making a clear sound.
She responded with a soft, "Just a moment, please wait."
Then she cleaned up the messy desktop, neatly arranged the manuscript papers, and casually picked up her bag from the back of the chair.
Standing up, she moved around the desk to leave.
The man stood in front of her with a smile on his face and asked, "We still have time, want to go out for dinner?"
Upon hearing this, Charlotte didn’t decline, but there was a hint of hesitation in her eyes as she asked, "What about the children..."
Justin Battleson hugged her and already had an answer, saying, "I’ve already ordered their meals, they should be delivered by dinner time."
He smirked, saying, "By then, he should know where we’ve gone."
Knowing that Jordan Thompson would be mad that they left him behind to go for dinner, but there was nothing he could do.
After all, even if he fought with Justin Battleson, he couldn’t win, he could only watch them helplessly.
"Let’s go." Justin pulled Charlotte’s wrist, preparing to leave, but she struggled a little and said, "Justin, this is the office. What if someone sees us?"
Hearing her words, Justin didn’t let go of her hand, looked at her with complex eyes, and then reassured her, "Don’t worry, we finish work twenty minutes later than everyone else, so there’s no one around now."
If there was anyone working overtime in the company, they would be in separate offices, unable to see them.
Hearing this, Charlotte felt relieved. She gripped her bag tightly with her other hand and said, "Let’s go."
Justin nodded, and they left the office together.
As expected, there were very few people in the company. The company was running smoothly during this period, so there was no reason to demand employees to work overtime, allowing them to leave.
Just as they left the company, Charlotte saw a figure in the distance. She nodded slightly, somewhat puzzled.
The person over there was wearing a checkerboard shirt with a black vest and a black alphabet sun hat. A pair of glasses rested on his nose, all these made him seem full of cultural vibes.
Following her gaze, Justin narrowed his eyes and murmured, "Mr. Ethan? What is he doing here?"
Charlotte became even more puzzled. She slightly turned her head and asked, "Do you know him?"
Nodding his head, Justin tightened his grip a little on Charlotte’s hand and said, "Kind of, let’s go check it out."
With that, they continued to walk forward, but unexpectedly, before they could go up, the person on the other side saw them and stopped. His face lit up, and he came over with several pages in his hands.
Standing in front of the two of them, Mr. Ethan first smiled at Justin and then introduced himself to Charlotte.
"Miss Thompson, you might not know who I am. Let me introduce myself. I’m Lincoln Smith, a TV producer, now planning a variety show that you’re likely to be familiar with."
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