Deirdre raised her head and saw the towering building in front of her, its magnificence evident despite the lack of clear visibility.

The assistant stepped out of the car and reminded her, "Ms. McKinnon, do you mind waiting in the car? I'll go upstairs and check if the meeting has ended. Mr. Brighthall doesn't like to be disturbed during meetings, so his phone is unreachable."

Deirdre nodded as the assistant headed upstairs. Soon, she heard the sound of the door opening.

Brendan approached, his figure close enough to catch her attention, along with a subtle fragrance. He paused for a moment upon seeing the well-dressed Deirdre before getting into the car, keeping his distance.

"Wearing makeup?" Brendan inquired.

"I thought going to the theater required some attention to appearance, so I dressed up accordingly," Deirdre explained.

"Indeed," Brendan commented casually. "Your makeup seems rushed, with no eyebrows drawn and only remnants of lipstick on your lips."

Deirdre instinctiv