Willow knew he was referring to her recent physical transformation and answered naturally, "Thank you. I've lost some weight."
While Arthur thought she was beautiful before, he had to admit that shedding the weight had refined her posture and given her an effortlessly elegant aura. She moved like water—calm, quiet, and gentle.
"You look radiant, and your presence is incredible."
Though it was a compliment, coming from Arthur, it lacked any creepy or lingering male gaze. Willow could sense his genuine, professional appreciation.
"Thank you."
They chatted easily as they finished the paperwork. Afterward, Arthur offered to escort her to her new office.
Willow immediately tried to decline. He was a high-level executive; he shouldn't be wasting his morning playing tour guide. Handling her onboarding was generous enough. She couldn't justify taking up any more of his valuable time.
"Please, don't worry about me. I can find my way. You should get back to your work."
But Arthur wouldn't hear of it. "Not at all. My most important task today is making sure you're settled."
Before she could protest again, he stepped into the elevator with her.
Willow's office was on the twenty-fifth floor, a sprawling private suite surrounded by the project's core team. While the foundational team was in place, the final executive decisions were entirely in her hands.
Stepping inside, a subtle, elegant fragrance filled the air. The space was tastefully decorated with lush green plants and fresh floral arrangements, clearly designed with meticulous care.

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