When Oliver and I arrived at the R&D department to report for work, we were greeted by Taylor Grayson, the R&D department manager.
"This situation is really serious," Taylor said, his unshaven stubble making him look even more exhausted. It was clear he hadn't been sleeping well for days.
"Everyone in the R&D department is on edge. We're engineers. We can analyze data just fine, but reading people's minds? That's a whole different story."
"I know you too well." Oliver and Taylor used to be classmates, so they were pretty familiar with each other. "You were like this back in university, and now, you haven't changed one bit—not even after graduating."
"Yeah." Taylor sighed with a wry smile. "If it weren't for having you as my connection, I would've probably lost my place in this company long ago."
"But let me be clear about one thing," Oliver said seriously. "Make sure you don't tell anyone why Ms. Ashford and I were transferred here."
Taylor gave him a long look before nodding in agreement. "Alright. I promise I won't say a word. But in return, you have to promise me something—get this done as soon as possible. The new product development can't afford any more delays."
"You think I don't know that?" Oliver rolled his eyes. "I've been following Mr. Hastings around daily. There's no way I'm unaware."
After that, we settled into our roles in the R&D department, though we were assigned to different teams. Mia Anderson led my team.
"This will be your workstation," she said, pointing to my desk. She had perfectly styled, voluminous curls—completely different from the rest of the R&D staff, who looked unkempt and disheveled.
Given my abrupt transfer from the executive office to the R&D department—two completely unrelated areas—speculation was inevitable. Some colleagues whispered behind my back, some tried to cozy up to me, and some were bold enough to ask outright.
But I stuck to my usual answers —"No idea, not sure, and no comment."
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