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    “Ms. Nicolson.” Eric advanced, offering a polite nod. “Hope we haven’t kept you waiting?”


    nche checked her watch. They had arrived five minutes ahead of schedule. Punctuality mattered greatly to her.


    Despite the meeting being arranged by a close friend and involving someone as influential as Eric, nche maintained her standards against tardiness.


    “Please, Mr. Flynn, take a seat.” She motioned toward the couch across from her.


    “Thank you, Ms. Nicolson,” Eric responded.


    However, he remained standing, gesturing for Hadley to approach.


    “Hadley,e introduce yourself.”


    “Sure.”


    Nervously pressing her lips together, Hadley stepped forward and paused before nche.


    “Hello, Ms. Nicolson. I’m Hadley.”


    At that moment, nche finally raised her eyes, giving Hadley a thorough, scrutinizing look from head to toe.


    Hadley stood there, maintaining herposure.


    A slight smile touched nche’s lips, and her gaze remained intently fixed on Hadley’s face.


    “Do you have makeup on?”


    “Yes,” Hadley replied with a nod. She had been job hunting earlier, which exined the makeup.


    “Go wash it off,” nche instructed, pointing to the restroom nearby. “You’ll find makeup remover there. I want your facepletely clean.”


    “Okay.”


    Meanwhile, Eric settled on the sofa, keeping his distance from the conversation. After all, dance was not his area of expertise.


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    Shortly after, Hadley returned, her skin clean and slightly damp.


    “I’ve removed everything, Ms. Nicolson,” Hadley said.


    “Come here,” nche said gently, beckoning her closer. “Sit with me.” She tapped the couch beside her as an invitation.


    Obediently, Hadley moved forward and seated herself as instructed.


    nche then raised her hand, asking, “May I touch your face?”


    “Absolutely,” Hadley replied instantly.


    “Excellent.”


    With a delicate touch, nche examined Hadley’s features meticulously, her fingers tracing the contours of her face. This was more than just a casual touch.


    From his spot, Eric looked on, puzzled.


    What was happening? Why was nche examining her face so closely? This no longer seemed like an interview, and honestly, Eric had never been this up close and personal with Hadley’s face himself. After a moment, nche withdrew her hand, a content smile appearing on her face.


    “Very good. No stic surgery.”


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