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    “It’s all right. I won’t be long.”


    Curt could only nod and sigh to himself.


    When the doorbell rang, Brenda took a peek at the security camera and was taken aback to see An at her doorstep. She quickly opened the door.


    “What a surprise! I wasn’t expecting to see you.”


    They had been friends for many years, so their rtionship went beyond mere professional hierarchy.


    An nced at her wet hair and raised an eyebrow. “You should dry your hair first.”


    Brenda shrugged and towel-dried it instead. “What brings you here at this hour? Did something urgente up at thepany?”


    She moved as she spoke, brewing a cup of coffee and cing it in front of An.


    He took a sip before saying, “This isn’t entirely work-rted, mostly personal, really. It’s very important to me.”


    Brenda chuckled lightly. “Why so serious? Just say what you came here to say.”


    An set the cup down and got straight to the point. “Rachel Marsh just joined yourpany under my rmendation.”


    Brenda paused, surprised yet again. She slowly leaned back in her seat, her lips curling into a teasing smile. “Well, I guessed as much. I just wasn’t expecting you to be so straightforward about thisdy.”


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    “She’s different from other women,” An replied smoothly. “I’ve reviewed her work history and studied her background carefully. She may have done brand design, but she’s not particrly skilled in jewelry design. She has some health-rted struggles, so I don’t want her work to be too taxing. With that said, I hope you’ll reconsider her assignment to the jewelry design project.”


    An’s tone was calm, but his intentions were loud and clear.


    Brenda took her time to respond. Her first instinct was to refuse, but she had to ask, “You say she’s different from other women. How so?”


    An’s expression suddenly turned serious—quite uncharacteristic of him. His lips were pressed into a thin line, as if trying to keep the words from tumbling out of his mouth.


    “All right, let me rephrase my question,” Brenda quipped. “Do you have a crush on her?”


    “It’s not what you’re thinking.”


    “What is it, then?”


    Brenda was prying at this point, and An’s face scrunched up with obvious unease. She could almost see him putting up a barrier between them. In the end, she clicked her tongue and threw up her hands. “All right, fine. I’ll think about it.”


    “Great! Thank you. It’s gettingte now. I gotta go.”


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