After Lennon's brief announcement, he turned to Cherise. âThose heading to HR should head there ASAP,â he said.
The words had barely left his lips when the crowd dispersed, scattering down the corridor.
âHR's up on the twelfth,â Damien murmured to Cherise, his tone low.
She nodded, clutching her resume, and darted into the waiting elevator.
Lennon and Damien watched her go, Lennonâs arms folded across his chest.
âLooks like Cherryâs finally making some headway around here,â Lennon observed. âBut Lulu mentioned sheâs a skilled doctor with heaps of knowledge. Are you sure itâs wise to have her as your assistant?â
âSeems like a waste of talent,â Lennon couldn't help but say.
Damien shot him a cold glance. âYou think | havenât considered that?â
He sighed, casting a glance at the departing Cherise. âShe left her previous job because she didnât trust her colleagues. |
brought her here to gain some confidence and real-world experience. With me guiding her, she'll avoid a lot of unnecessary hurdles.â
âThatâs it?â Lennon raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed.
Damien sighed, shaking his head. She always thinks Iâm 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.â
âFair enough,â Lennon agreed. âItâs better than her charging ahead and bothering Sebastian without your say-so.â
The mention of Sebastian brought a glint of coldness to Damienâs eyes. âI donât want Cherry near that guy.â
Lennon nodded knowingly. âYou've got to watch out. Sebastian's not subtle about his intentions-heâs after your company and your girl.â
Damien scoffed. âHeâs ambitious, but does he have what it takes? If he can sway Cherry, then I'll concede defeat.â
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. âEveryone, please, go back to your desks and get back to work. Iâm just here to check in...
A middle-aged man with graying hair approached, holding out a notebook. âMrs. Lenoir, | heard about your incredible photographic memory. Would you mind signing here for me? | have to say, | admire your talent!â
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...
As Mr. Dultch spoke, someone beside him chimed in, âYeah, the last person we asked to sign was not thrilled about it!â
âIndeed, but Mrs. Lenoir handled it with grace,â another added.
Cherise couldn't help but be entertained by their lively exchange and âMind if | ask who the individual was that you all surrounded and cratic nature. she asked. It you all surrounded and irritated with autograph requests?â