He didn''t have time to dwell on Gwh''s words any longer. Honestly, it was odd -why should he care what a young woman like her thought, anyway?
So what if he was getting older? Sure, he''d been called out by a girl for it, but his peers never seemed to think he was past his prime.
Why let it get under his skin?
"Understood, sir."
Hans lingered for a moment longer until Hawthorne looked up at him.
"Is there something else you''re waiting for?"
Hans blinked, a little bewildered.
Was that it? He''d been standing there, expecting some further instructions from Hawthorne, but the man''s expression made it clear the conversation was over. Suddenly, it clicked.
He got it now-Miss Yvette''s jealousy hadn''t been for nothing.
Mr. Everhart was genuinely interested in this new girl who''d just joined thepany. Why else would he suddenly ask if he was getting old?
So it looked like Miss Yvette''s reign wasing to an end.
Hans made his way over to the game design department, stopping by the break room to pick up a coffee-extra milk, extra sugar-for Gwh.
Gwh looked up in confusion when she saw him approach, assuming there must be something important he needed.
She hadn''t even started sketching the game''s characters yet; if she had, she probably wouldn''t have even noticed Hans at her desk.
"Miss Langford, your coffee."
The coworkers nearby exchanged incredulous nces. The rumors had to be true. Hans himself was delivering coffee to thepany''s newest hire? Clearly, Gwh was destined to be the future Mrs. Everhart.
"Thank you. Did you need something?"
Gwh wasn''t afraid of much, but the thought of Hans asking her to see Hawthorne definitely made her uneasy.
"No, no, just stopping by to check in."
Hans offered a charming, friendly smile, eyes crinkling.
Gwh gave a nomittal "Oh," as the rich aroma of coffee wafted up. She
took a sip without thinking and promptly scalded her tongue.
"Miss Langford, just focus on your work. If anythinges up that you can''t handle,e straight to my office. Any time."
His words left Gwh baffled. Go to him? For what? Did he know how to draw?
The moment Hans left, her colleagues started exchanging covert looks.
"Gwyn, do you like snacks? My boyfriend bought me way too many, and there''s no way I can finish them all. Here, have some!"
Someone dropped a giant bag of treats on her desk.
"Oh, Gwyn, you''re new here-it''s our job to look after you! By the way, what brand of lipstick do you usually use? identally bought an extra Armani-what''s your shade? Here, just try it and see if you like it."
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A brand new lipstick was pressed into her hand. Within minutes, Gwh''s desk was piled with gifts from her overly enthusiastic colleagues, and she nced at her workspace, lips twitching in O disbelief.
Did everyone always bring this many snacks and beauty products to work?
“Uh, thanks, but I really can''t eat all this, and I don''t need the makeup, either." She tried to return the gifts, but she genuinely didn''t want or need any of it.
Gwh might be a woman, but she didn''t care for snacks, and hardly ever wore makeup. She washed her face with in water, sometimes used a hydrating face mask, and that was about it.
She''d been blessed with naturally rosy lips and wless, porcin skin. Foundation or concealer would only hide her glow; her lips were healthy pink, and her whole
dewy,
with delicateshes that needed no mascara.
All those lotions and cosmetics couldn''t possibly improve on what she already had, so she saw no point in keeping them.
"Gwyn, don''t be so polite with us!"
Before she could respond, someone called out, "Gwh, Miss Yvette wants to see you in her office."
The design department had been lively a moment ago, but the second Yvette''s assistant appeared at the door, everyone froze and darted back to their desks in silence, statuesque.
All that filled the air was the soft scratch of pencils and the asional cough. Gwh nced at Vera, not entirely sure who Miss Yvette was, but as vice president, she must be a big deal around here.