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    With a warm smile and an outstretched hand, Charlette greeted Elena. “Ah, you must be Elena. Nice to meet you—I’m Charlette Patel. Mr. Spencer asked me to pick you up.”


    Elena responded with a brief handshake, her touch light. “Hello, I’m here to get started on my first day.”


    Unperturbed, Charlette beckoned with a smile. “Follow me, I’ll show you to your floor.”


    Navigating through Edgewing’s corridors, they reached an elevator that required a key card for operation, indicating varying levels of ess.


    The general workforce buzzed through floors three to five, while the executive area, including Wesley’s office, was restricted to the eighth floor—essible only to Charlette and Felix, Wesley’s other trusted associate.


    Felix, however, devoted most of his time to the Spencer Group, leaving Charlette to oversee day-to-day operations at Edgewing.


    As they stepped onto the eighth floor, Charlette led the way, her voice echoing slightly. “This is the reception area, and down that corridor is Mr. Spencer’s office. Feel free to wait inside. He’ll be here shortly.”


    Pausing at the doorway, Elena hesitated. “I think I’ll wait here outside, if that’s okay.”


    Elena stood back, wary of theyers of secrecy surrounding Edgewing. She preferred to keep a safe distance, unwilling to entangle herself in unnecessaryplications.


    For a moment, Charlette stopped, her gaze holding a flicker of admiration for Elena. It was rare to encounter someone who declined special treatment with such grace.


    Charlette’s respect deepened as she assured, “He gave these instructions, so you don’t have to stress over it.”


    With a smooth motion, Charlette poured Elena a steaming cup of coffee.


    Since it was Wesley’s order, Elena didn’t insist further. Easing into the soft cushions, she murmured, “Thank you.”


    Momentster, Wesley entered the room.


    Elena straightened, her gaze intent. “What do I need to do?”


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    With a subtle gesture, Wesley signaled Charlette to exit, the door closing softly behind her. He took a seat opposite Elena, his tone casual yetmanding.


    “Before you dive into work, take some time to get acquainted with Edgewing’s initiatives. Charlette will supply all the necessary documents.”


    Elena nodded, her expression resolute.


    The office was vast, the silence of the empty eighth floor enveloping them.


    Just as Elena was about to seek out Charlette, Wesley’s voice halted her. His tone shifted, piquing her curiosity. “What are you searching for?”


    Elena’s brow furrowed, her wariness palpable. “What do you mean?”


    Wesley yed with the ring on his finger, his gaze sharp as he noted her caution. He adopted aposed demeanor, his eyes softening.


    “Now that you’re a part of Edgewing, and by extension, my team, I assure you that the incidents of yesterday won’t be repeated.”


    Choosing not to delve into exnations, Elena responded crisply, “Don’t worry, my personal affairs won’t spill over into my professional responsibilities.”


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