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    The young men stood nervously, hands hidden behind their backs. When they saw Tommy instead of Brenna, they peered past him into the office. “Excuse me, is Professor Harper avable?” one asked, his voice tinged with anticipation.


    Tommy nced back at Brenna, who remained focused on her work, not bothering to look up.


    Understanding Brenna didn’t wish to be disturbed, Tommy politely replied, “Professor Harper is preparing for ss. She doesn’t have time to see you all right now.”


    The students wore expressions of disappointment but maintained their respect. One of them stepped forward, revealing the bouquet he had been concealing behind his body. “Would you mind passing this to Professor Harper?” The other three students followed suit, presenting their own floral arrangements and cing them in Tommy’s arms. “Please deliver these to her as well.”


    The first student added, “You must be Professor Harper’s assistant! It’s a pleasure to meet you.”


    Tommy nodded politely. “I’m Professor Harper’s assistant and the head of her mechanical design studio. Are you all graduate students in the Mechanical Engineering Department? If you’re interested in joining our team, feel free to reach out to me.”


    The students’ faces lit up with unbridled enthusiasm. “Yes, we’re mechanical engineering grad students,” a third-year student responded eagerly. “I’ll be graduating next year! I’ll prepare my resume right away!”


    He exchanged looks with hispanions, their excitement palpable. After the students had left, Tommy shut the door and ced the floral bouquets beside Brenna’s workspace.


    “From your admirers,” he said, returning to his model cars with a teasing smirk. “Your poprity never fades. Should you worry about Mr. Mitchell getting a little jealous?”


    Brenna shot him a frosty nce. “He’s got an entire office full of beautiful female secretaries. I didn’t even say anything about that.”


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    Though the sight of those secretaries hadn’t initially bothered her, the memory of it now stirred an unfamiliar difort within her.


    Tommy’s eyebrows shot up in surprise—this was the first time he had seen Brenna getting upset over something like that.


    A quiet chuckle escaped him. Was the usually cold and reserved Brenna finally developing feelings for someone?


    Their conversation was soon interrupted by another series of knocks.


    “Is Professor Harper avable?” called out a male voice.


    Tommy opened the door to find arger group this time—about eight students, clutching flowers and gift boxes. Their eager faces leaned in, hoping for a glimpse of Brenna.


    A particrly striking girl stood on her toes, catching sight of Brenna’s profile with palpable excitement. “Does Professor Harper have a moment?” she asked. The entire group’s eyes lit up with anticipation as they peeked inside the office. Tommy kept his professionalposure. “Professor Harper is busy at the moment.”


    The lead girl’s expression dimmed slightly at the rejection. “I’m a second-year graduate student in the Mechanical Engineering Department, and I’m a big fan of Professor Harper. I’ve seen clips of her lectures at the Harper Group, and they were amazing. Is there any chance I could meet her? Please?”


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