After Lennon’s brief announcement, he turned to Cherise. “Those heading to HR should head there


    ASAP,” he said.


    The words had barely left his lips when the crowd dispersed, scattering down the corridor.


    “HR’s up on the twelfth,” Damien murmured to Cherise, his tone low.


    She nodded, clutching her resume, and darted into the waiting elevator.


    Lennon and Damien watched her go, Lennon’s arms folded across his chest.


    “Looks like Cherry’s finally making some headway around here,” Lennon observed. “But Lulu


    mentioned she’s a skilled doctor with heaps of knowledge. Are you sure it’s wise to have her as your


    assistant?”


    “Seems like a waste of talent,” Lennon couldn’t help but say.


    Damien shot him a cold nce. “You think I haven’t considered that?”


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    He sighed, casting a nce at the departing Cherise. “She left her previous job because she didn’t


    trust her colleagues. I brought her here to gain some confidence and real-world experience. With me


    guiding her, she’ll avoid a lot of unnecessary hurdles.”


    “That’s it?” Lennon raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed.


    Damien sighed, shaking his head. She always thinks I’m the dedicated one between me and her, but


    she never lifts a finger to help me. This is her chance to do something for a change.”


    “Fair enough,” Lennon agreed. “It’s better than her charging ahead and bothering Sebastian without


    your say-so.”


    The mention of Sebastian brought a glint of coldness to Damien’s eyes. “I don’t want Cherry near that


    guy.”


    Lennon nodded knowingly. “You’ve got to watch out. Sebastian’s not subtle about his intentions-he’s


    after yourpany and your girl.”


    Damien scoffed. “He’s ambitious, but does he have what it takes? If he can sway Cherry, then I’ll


    concede defeat.”


    Meanwhile, as Cherise entered the HR department, she found everyone lined up at the door, eagerly


    awaiting her arrival.


    The sight left Cherise torn between amusement and exasperation. “Everyone, please, go back to your


    desks and get back to work. I’m just here to check in…


    A middle-aged man with graying hair approached, holding out a notebook. “Mrs. Lenoir, I heard about


    your incredible photographic memory. Would you mind signing here for me? I have to say, I admire


    your talent!”


    Cherise was taken aback. She might have refused outright if the person in front of her had been


    younger. But facing a middle-aged man who was a senior to her, she feltpelled to oblige.


    With a resigned sigh, she picked up the pen and signed her name on his notebook. To her dismay,


    what started as one signature turned into two, then three…


    After what felt like an eternity, Cherise finallypleted the task, signing everyone’s notebooks with


    her autograph. “Can I start my duties now?” she asked eager to move on.


    The middle-aged man who initiated the signing process smiled and motioned for her to sit. “Absolutely!


    Let me introduce myself. I’m Fyodor Dultch, Director of the HR Department, though everyone calls me


    Mr. Dultch! Seems the rumors are true – Mrs. Lenoir isn’t just capable, elegant, and nice!”


    As Mr. Dultch spoke, someone beside him chimed in, “Yeah, thest person we asked to sign was not


    thrilled about it!”


    “Indeed, but Mrs. Lenoir handled it with grace,” another added.


    Cherise couldn’t help but be entertained by their lively exchange and


    “Mind if I ask who the individual was that you all surrounded and cratic nature. she asked. It you all


    surrounded and irritated with autograph requests?”