Chapter 1411:
Linsey let out a small laugh. “Now who’s being dramatic?”
The sound of her laughter drew a deeper smile from him. “It feels dramatic to me. So, will you grant me the pleasure of catching up properly?”
She paused, guilt tugging at her. The truth was, she had buried herself in work these past days and neglected him.
She hesitated before answering, “Could we do tomorrow instead? I already promised someone else I’d be somewhere tonight.”
“What’s keeping you tonight?” Gorman asked with concern.
Linsey chose to be straightforward. “Yana asked for a favor, so I agreed to go to a company dinner in her place.”
The moment he heard it was Yana, his brow arched, though she couldn’t see it. He hadn’t expected Yana to move so quickly.
Still, he kept his tone steady. “Alright then, handle your business.”
“Thanks for understanding.” A wave of relief passed over Linsey.
Even knowing Yana was already maneuvering, Gorman had no intention of backing down. He would use every chance to convince Linsey to walk away from CR Corporation.
Without missing a beat, he shifted gears. “You’ve barely settled into that company and they’re already running you ragged with overtime and dinner meetings. Doesn’t”
“Doesn’t that tell you everything about their culture? If you worked at my firm, it’d be different. No forced overtime, no pointless dinners. You could clock out early, skip a day if you liked, and I’d still make sure you’re paid.”
Linsey’s tone turned firm. “That’s enough, Gorman.”
“Fine,” Gorman muttered, abandoning his attempt to convince her about changing jobs. “Just send me the time and place for the dinner, and I’ll come get you.”
“Alright.” Linsey nodded softly.
Work dinners nearly always meant drinks, and afterward she couldn’t safely drive. Late-night cabs weren’t much better, so the thought of Gorman picking her up left her relieved.
As soon as the call ended, she typed out the details and sent them over. Gorman’s reply came almost immediately.
Only then did she slip her phone away and leave the office.
Watching Linsey’s receding figure, Yana leaned back in her chair with a slow stretch. Her phone, which had been face down all this time, was picked up again as she idly scrolled with no urgency at all.
From the next cubicle, her friend rolled over and dropped their voice. “Winslow is notorious—short-tempered and lecherous. Linsey won’t know what hit her.”
Yana stayed quiet, though a victorious curve played at the corners of her lips.
“Yana.” After a pause, her friend added quietly, “Aren’t you worried someone might catch on to what you’re doing?”
Yana’s lips curled into a smug sneer. She was utterly unfazed. “What’s there to fear?”
