Chapter 1377:
Linsey decided not to press.
When the assistant left, she was alone in the lounge—hands wrapped tightly around a paper cup, her stomach fluttering with equal parts nerves and anticipation.
She had never crossed paths with the head of CR Corporation—and now she would be meeting him face-to-face. The thought made her pulse quicken.
The head of CR Corporation was famously private, rarely making public appearances.
But since the interview was taking place here at headquarters, he likely wouldn’t bother with a mask.
She might finally see his real face—something she had quietly been curious about for years. The idea sent a faint, unbidden smile to her lips.
Just then, the lounge door opened.
“Ms. Brooks,” the assistant said warmly, “the CEO has just finished his meeting. Please follow me.”
“Okay. Thank you.” Linsey rose quickly, smoothing her skirt before trailing the assistant.
The elevator glided smoothly to the 26th floor. When the doors slid open, she stepped into a space so elegantly designed that it almost stole her breath. They walked down a quiet corridor until stopping at a sleek meeting room door. The assistant knocked.
“Come in,” a deep, magnetic voice answered from within.
The assistant pushed the door open and gestured for her to step inside. “Mr. Wade, the candidate has arrived.”
“Thank you. You may go,” came the calm reply.
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“Of course.” The assistant bowed slightly and left, closing the door behind her.
Now, Linsey stood alone in the spacious, high-ceilinged room. The long table stretched before her, the atmosphere thick with quiet authority.
Time seemed to slow.
She didn’t dare lift her gaze to meet the row of interviewers directly.
With the assistant gone, an uncomfortable silence settled over the room, making Linsey fidget nervously as she gripped her sleeve tighter.
After several seconds of hesitation, she finally broke the quiet with a tentative greeting. “Hello, Mr. Wade.”
Dustin’s eyebrow lifted as amusement colored his expression. “Hello there.” Rather than projecting corporate intimidation, his demeanor seemed refreshingly relaxed and approachable.
He twirled a pen between his fingers while flashing her a teasing grin. “Ms. Brooks, do I really seem that scary? You’ve been staring at the floor this whole time instead of making eye contact.”
“No, not at all.” Linsey immediately raised her head, panic flashing across her features at the potential misunderstanding. “I apologize, I’m just incredibly nervous right now, so…”
Her words died mid-sentence as she finally registered that two men occupied seats at the interview table.
