Delia left with a light step, and the lively atmosphere instantly mellowed into silence.
It almost felt like the faint scent she carried was still hanging in the air.
Curtis's slight flush faded quickly. He turned the wheelchair toward the study.
He glanced at Noah and said, "Hand over all the materials we prepared on the Fleming Group to Benjamin."
"Yes,sir." Noah responded immediately, striding to the cabinet and pulling out a folder.
He handed it over with both hands. "Mr. Bennings, everything's in here. The confidential stuff is clearly marked."
Benjamin took the folder, weighed it in his hand.
His usual lazy grin toned down a bit, a trace of seriousness showing in his eyes.
As he flipped through a few pages, his brow slightly lifted.
The analysis inside wa
