Innocence stemmed from embarrassment, not because she was caught eavesdropping but because, in broad daylight, a female subordinate was hiding in the Executive Director's private resting room, a scene that sparked imagination.
She swallowed and was about to speak when the CEO, looking natural, stood up and said to the man across the sofa, "I'll go down and make the arrangements, and give a regular report every week."
Mr. Chen nodded his head, without a word.
As he passed by the door, Zou Ting smiled and nodded at the young lady, acknowledging her presence.
Liang Weining slightly bent her lips in embarrassment, managing a faint smile in return as a professional courtesy at the workplace.
After all, the man was the president and her superior.
The office fell completely quiet.
The dignified figure leaning against the sofa didn't move an inch; the man slightly lifted his arm, gesturing for her to come sit.
