Maria had just taken a few steps before she paused, awkwardly turned back and gave Noah a quick nod, then jogged up to catch James.
Inside the elevator, they stood side by side when Maria asked, puzzled, “Why are you picking on Noah all the time?”
James replied calmly, “Can’t stand him.”
“Is there really a meeting this afternoon?”
“Of course. But it’s with the finance team—nothing to do with you.”
Maria frowned. “Then why tell me? Finance’s work doesn’t concern me.”
“You’re not just the head of Styling. You’re also my assistant. Everything about me concerns you.” James spoke with a straight face. If she didn’t stay sharp, he could easily twist things around to make her agree.
Silence fell between them for a few moments. Maria fiddled with the packaging in her hands,
