With the main party's consent, the director agreed.
After a thorough check, Naomi Kenway's data was, naturally, fine. Renee Jennings's expression was complicated. 'Since when does Naomi know so many A-listers? Even Rhys Quinn was hawking watermelons for her...'
Renee Jennings forced a smile, acting as if nothing had happened. "I've really learned a lot. Thank you, Nina."
"Don't be in such a hurry to leave," Naomi Kenway said, stopping her. "Didn't you want to get some pointers? I have some time to coach you."
Renee Jennings's smile stiffened. 'Naomi is really getting full of herself,' she thought. But a second later, she heard Naomi say, "Director, I'd like to see Renee Jennings's backend data."
Before the director could even speak, Renee Jennings spun around, looking flustered. "You... I don't think that's necessary." Her smile was rigid. "I've already learned my lesson, so there's no need for you to go to the trouble of looking."
