Elsewhere, within the HR departnt of Riley Group.
Charlotte Thompson has essentially beco familiar with this departnt’s operations and has completed all onboarding tasks.
Then, onto the next departnt — the design departnt.
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 environnt.
When she first learned that she had her private office, Charlotte was sowhat 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 shimring: "Mr. Battleson, you really pull all the stops. Is this the treatnt I get for joining the company?"
"Even if it’s a subsidiary company, won’t others comnt on Mr. Battleson’s actions if I receive such special treatnt?"
A private office for a newly recruited staff mber is almost unheard of.
Unless it’s for a big shot headhunted from another company.
But Charlotte is clearly rely a designer. Even with her success at Joy, here in Druarus, she’s just Charlotte.
Enjoying manager-level treatnt 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 seed to rember sothing 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 hear it?"
"I have a little assistant, her na’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.
"No problem."
Justin Battleson agreed readily. In contrast, it was Charlotte who looked at him in surprise.
He agreed so easily?
The latter seed 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 sothing 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 sothing Mr. Battleson needs to ask ?"
Justin Battleson nodded his head; his Adam’s apple bobbed slightly.
Charlotte lowered her gaze, not daring to et 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 seed as if they could see right into her soul.
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