Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 465

She rose to her feet and addressed Selene, her tone measured and composed:

“Mr. Thompson, I’ve spent so many years abroad that I’m still adjusting to the work culture here. But I promise, I’ll do my best to adapt.”

Annalise Johnston, hoping to break the ice, chimed in, “Since Mr. Thompson is new to the company, why don’t I show you around a bit?”

Selene smiled politely. “You’ve got twenty minutes to change my impression of you.”

Annalise drew a slow, steady breath. She’d never encountered anyone quite like Selene before—gentle on the surface, never outwardly confrontational, yet somehow able to strike right at the heart of any matter with surgical precision.

Annalise knew one thing for sure: if she couldn’t win Selene over, her days at QuanTech Innovations would be far from easy.

She led Selene to the company’s lounge.

The space took up an entire floor—complete with a basketball court, bumper cars, a go-kart track, and even a rock-climbing wall.

“Care for a round of bumper cars, Mr. Thompson?” Annalise asked with a cheerful grin.

“Sorry, I’m not very good at it.”

“How about go-kart racing? Ever tried it?”

Selene shook her head, looking more bored than anything else. “Not really interested.”

They stopped in front of the climbing wall. “What about climbing? Any experience, Mr. Thompson?”

“None,” Selene replied, perfectly candid. Annalise’s smile only grew.

“Director Johnston, you’re comparing your strengths to someone else’s weaknesses. That’s hardly fair,” Selene replied. “It’s during work hours. I don’t want to change into gear, I don’t want to climb, and frankly, I have no intention of playing by your rules just to beat you at your own game.”

“Put the gear back,” she added, her voice firm.

Annalise froze, awkward and a bit lost.

“Take ten minutes, then get back to your desks,” Selene said, casting a glance at the towering climbing wall. “No one in the workplace cares how good you are at climbing.”

*

“She really is something else…”

That night, Annalise was on the phone with Leo. She pressed her palm to her forehead and brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear, half-laughing in exasperation. “Honestly, she’s going to be the death of me.”