Chapter 91 Mind Yourself

I hesitated but ultimately accepted Luke Jordan's gesture. We arrived at the annual party venue, one of Swan City's finest hotels. Hosting the year-end banquet here spoke volumes about the company's financial clout. However, our company had only secured a modest ballroom. I worried about overdressing, but upon entering and seeing everyone in glamorous gowns and polished appearances, I sighed in relief. A waiter approached to take my coat. I hesitated, then finally slipped it off. As vice president, Luke was immediately pulled aside by Chloe Summers upon entering. When she invited me to join them, I declined. Chloe was surrounded by top executives, and as a junior designer, intruding would only invite disapproval. I picked up some fruit and pastries and retreated to a quiet corner. No sooner had I settled in than a man sat beside me. I recognized him—Tom Reynolds from the client department. The moment he sat down, he said, "Lydia Fairchild, you used to cover up so completely at work, I