The warmth of the man's breath fluttered in her ear, sending a tingling sensation behind Charlotte Thompson's ears. She bit down hard on her lower lip with her pearly teeth, her gaze intent on Justin Battleson as if she were ready to murder him.
He smirked enigmatically, continuing, "I know that the design process has come to a standstill, so from now on you'll be working in my office. After all, this design is something I'm planning on fully overseeing."
At his words, Charlotte's pupils contracted slightly, her voice incredulous.
"Justin Battleson, do you realise what you're saying?"
He responded with unanswerable certainty, his eyes intent on her.
Charlotte exhaled heavily, holding back her anger and forcing her tone to remain calm.
"I refuse." She closed her eyes, saying, "I'm just an ordinary designer in the company. If I were to accept this ridiculous demand, what would everyone else in the company think?"
As her words died away, she met the man's mixed emotions.