Their eyes met, the air silent.
Charlotte Thompson's face stiffened, then she pretended as if nothing had happened, standing in front of the desk, giving a slight nod, her voice calm as a still lake: "Mr. Battleson."
Hearing this, Justin Battleson nodded, his eyes lowered to hide the complex emotions that flickered in their depths.
He set down the document he was holding, and in a soft voice asked the woman before him: "How is the progress of the project?"
At his words, Charlotte appeared doubtful, and answered in confusion: "Mr. Battleson, I've only been back at the company for less than two hours."
After a moments silence, Justin chuckled bitterly.
He only wanted to have more contact with her. Can't she see that?
Sighing slightly in his heart, Justin's lips tightened into a straight line, difficulty apparent as he broached the subject: "I heard from Michael Richard... that there are some rumours in the design department?"