âSticking around after hours? Hoping for overtime? Just so you know, thereâs no extra pay,â she remarked playfully.
The intern quickly retorted, âOh no, Iâm on my way out now!â
With her coffee in hand, the intern exited.
Joelle shut the door and paused in the doorway, her arms folded as her gaze settled on Adrian.
âAdrian, do you really think itâs appropriate to spend so much time alone with her?â
Adrian gestured towards the surveillance camera tucked away in the corner.
âGo ahead and check it. I didnât say a thing to her.â
Despite knowing Adrian was telling the truth, Joelle couldnât shake the nauseous feeling creeping up inside her.
She clicked her seatbelt into place in his car, her usual composure now tinged with a frosty edge.
âYou know, even with a camera around, itâs best to steer clear of any suspicion.â
For updates, visit ɢαlá¥ovᥱᥣs.coᥠAdrianâs hand paused, hovering over the steering wheel, then shifted to clasp hers.
âI understand.â
Joelleâs frustration bubbled over.
âWhat exactly do you understand?â
Adrian met her gaze.
âThat she was making advances towards me.â
Joelle let out a derisive laugh.
âOh, is that so? Since when are you so observant?â
âJoelle.â Adrianâs voice softened.
âShe reports to you. I didnât leave because I wanted you to witness it yourself. Isnât it important to know the true nature of the people you manage?â
It dawned on Joelle what Adrian had intended.
He continued, âAlso, I looked for cameras when I entered the room. I kept quiet. She was the one talking.â
His reasoned explanation gradually eased Joelleâs annoyance.
People often believed women were difficult to figure out, but sometimes they just wanted reassurance.
At home, a pile of invitations covered the table.
Adrian was swamped with social commitments, yet he steered clear of any that werenât necessary. As Joelle sifted through the stack, she picked out a few gatherings that she thought Adrian needed to consider.
After all, keeping up with relationships was crucial.
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