Noreen again.
<b>Chapter </b><b>323 </b>
How was it possible to run into her everywhere?
And now, in broad daylight, right out in the open, she was getting cozy with Healy in his car?
Henry turned to Healy’s assistant, voice tight with suspicion. “What’s the rtionship between that woman and Mr. Healy?”
“That’s Ms. Gilmore from Winrich–one of our business partners at Naylor Automotive Group,” the assistant replied matter–of–factly.
“Business partner?” Henry’s frown deepened.
Naylor Automotive Group was one of the top car manufacturers in the country. <i>To </i>partner with them, you needed real clout and hard–earned credentials.
Winrich? That tiny, strugglingpany?
What right did they have?
And the way Healy was fawning over Noreen… Henry felt he already knew the answer.
His disdain and prejudice toward Noreen only grew stronger.
There was nothing he despised more than women who climbed thedder by relying on personal connections–or those without any real ability of their own.
Noreen, in his mind, checked both boxes.
To him, what she was doing was barely any different from selling herself for sess. Disgraceful.
“I’ll be in the lounge waiting for Mr. Healy,” Henry said curtly to the assistant, wanting nothing more than to get away from Noreen. Without another nce, he strode off.
Noreen had no idea Henry had even been there–her attention waspletely absorbed by the self–driving car.
Since merging with InnoCore, their autonomous vehicle’s performance had skyrocketed, putting them miles ahead of thepetition and seizing a clear lead in the industry.
Healy told her that in another couple of months, the new car would be ready forunch. He insisted she attend the unveiling event.
Noreen epted the invitation with an easy smile.
When the test drive ended and she reached for the door handle to get out, Healy suddenly locked the doors.
She turned to him, puzzled. Was this part of the test?
“Um-“Healy hesitated, clearly nervous.
He was supposed to be a seasoned yer when it came to rtionships, yet here he was, acting like a teenager with his first crush.
20:14
“Anything else, Mr. Healy?” Noreen assumed it was business–rted.
Healy fumbled for words before finally blurting out, “Are you free tonight? I’d like to take you to
dinner!”
Noreen exhaled in relief. “Oh, I thought it was something work–rted. Why so nervous about dinners
Healy wanted to say that he wasn’t just nervous–he was sweating through his shirt.
“Bad timing, I’m afraid. I’ve got to head out of town this afternoon for a business trip. Rain check on dinner?”
Healy looked disappointed, but he understood. Noreen was a workaholic, even if the sky was falling she’d put business first.
He could only ept her promise to reschedule.
Still, he couldn’t help but ask where she was headed.
Noreen replied, “There’s a game developers‘ conference in Glenhaven City.”
“You’re getting into game development?”
“Thinking about it, yes. I’m going to learn the ropes.”
“Sounds great,” Healy said, knowing how quickly Winrich was growing under her leadership. She was busier than ever.
Who knew when he’d get another chance?
After Noreen left, Healy’s assistant appeared to remind him that Henry was waiting in the lounge.
Unexpectedly, Healy turned to him and said, “Find a way to get me an invitation to that game developers‘ conference.”
The assistant was baffled.
Their whole business was cars–what did the gaming industry have to do with them? Besides, the new carunch was just around the corner, and every minute counted. Why would the boss want to go to some unrted conference?
But, of course, Mr. Healy gave the orders. His job was to follow them.
“Mr. Brooke has been waiting for you in the lounge,” the assistant reminded.
“I’m on my way.” As Healy walked off, he called over his shoulder, “Don’t forget the invitation.”
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