My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand) novel Chapter 443

“Genev? Genev?” Seeing that she was lost in her thoughts, Johanna waved at her and urged, “The light has turned green...”

Genevieve recollected herself and ignited her car engine.

Johanna took another glance at her and said, “There will always be reporters who write nonsense to catch the public's attention. Don't take it to heart.”

Genevieve simply hummed and nodded absentmindedly.

Upon arriving at Genevieve Orsi Productions, Genevieve brought Johanna into the studio and informed her secretary to call for a meeting at two with several management staff.

During the meeting, she announced that Johanna had been appointed as the new Fashion Director, a position she had just created.

In addition, Johanna would have full authority over all of the image styling teams for each of the company artists. There was no need for her to seek permission or approval from her superior.

As soon as she said that, all of the upper management staff were baffled.

They were aware that Genevieve was the one to call the shots in Genevieve Orsi Productions because she was the big boss. Moreover, they had all seen her caliber through the various decisions made recently.

Therefore, there was not any strong objection against her arrangement despite them feeling slightly perplexed.

Moments later, Johanna had started burying herself in work.

She was like a spinning top the entire afternoon, working non-stop without a break. By the time she knocked off, she felt like she was about to die.

She slumped into the car seat and grumbled, “Darn it, Genev, you are better than the capitalists in oppressing your employees!”

“Thanks for your hard work! Let me treat you to a big dinner.” Genevieve coaxed her, “Let's hit the bar thereafter and celebrate your divorce by finding you a cute, young guy. How about that?”

Immediately, Johanna sat upright, and there was a sparkle in her eyes. “I'll reject those who are eighteen and above.”

When Genevieve drove past General Hospital, she caught a glance of a young man seemingly trying to hail a cab.

She pulled her car over and wound down the window.

“Dr. Sitler.”

Jermaine casually nodded his head and was surprised to see that it was Genevieve calling out to him. “Genevieve?”

“Seems like you remember me.” She rested her arm on the window shield and responded with a smile. “I've been back for a while now, but I was too occupied with work. Do you have time for a meal? My treat.”

“Sure!” He nodded.