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Meanwhile, on the eighty-eighth floor of Russo Financial Corporation.
In the executive office.
Vincent handed over the recent work procedures to Joel Russo, who was sitting behind the desk.
Then he stood still, pondering for a while, before saying:
"Sir, Miss Vanderbilt went to resignation at Timmerman Corporation today, should I send someone to keep an eye on it?"
Joel Russo paused his perusal of the documents, looked up, and his dark eyes—even the shimmer within them—radiated nobility and elegance.
He considered for a moment and then spoke slowly:
"...No need. She can handle this sort of thing on her own."
After a pause, he picked up the documents that Vincent had just handed to him and added indifferently:
"Don't worry."
Upon hearing this, Vincent hesitated.
Where did his boss see that he was worried?
He was just thinking... don't you have a fondness for her?
As his Special Assistant, of course, he had to be attentive!
