It happened to be a Saturday, prompting Lilah to make her way to the esteemed Harris Group.

Even on weekends, the Harris Group, renowned as the premier establishment in Eleywood, maintained a frenetic pace of activity.

Upon her arrival, Gerard's diligent assistant was engrossed in an animated discussion with the man himself, carefully strategizing the events of the day. The agenda appeared overwhelmingly busy, leaving Lilah quite surprised.

"Miss Phillips."

Calvin swiftly detected Lilah's presence and extended a courteous greeting before discreetly exiting the room.

With measured grace, Lilah observed the man sitting behind the grandiose and imposing desk. Gerard seemed to exude an aura of even greater gravity and austerity, firmly ensconced in his role of authority.

“Is this the norm for you every day?" Lilah inquired.

"Yes."

Gerard's countenance, upon detecting the concern in Lilah's eyes, softened slightly as his lips curved into a gentle smile. He responded in a hushed tone, “I've grown accustomed to it over the years. Each day blends into the next."

“Well, you must be toiling tirelessly. In that case, your wealth of experience will undoubtedly prove invaluable in teaching me," Lilah quipped, playfully batting her eyelashes.

“Indeed, please, have a seat."

Gerard graciously extended an invitation, beckoning her to the plush couch. With patience and precision, he proceeded to furnish her with comprehensive and lucid explanations to her myriad inquiries.

The questions that initially veiled Lilah's understanding now dissolved into perfect clarity, prompting her to hastily transcribe her newfound insights. In no time, the notebook she had readied for this endeavor brimmed with her meticulous notes.

Gerard's discerning gaze captured this diligent endeavor, his eyes radiating genuine appreciation. It was an undeniable truth that Lilah was a paragon of indefatigable diligence, endearing herself to him with every passing moment.

Fifteen minutes tiptoed by in hushed tranquility and Gerard's watchful eyes wandered to the clock. It was at this juncture that Lilah, perceptive and considerate, discerned his unspoken concern.

"Is there an engagement demanding your attention? You're free to go; don't worry about me."

"Yes," Gerard concurred. "I have a prior commitment. Reflect on what we've discussed and if any queries should arise, don't hesitate to message me."

Gerard's tone was a model of gentle patience.

Lilah felt like she had hit the jackpot with Gerard as her mentor.

"Very well," she affirmed, her mirthful eyes dancing. “By the way, why do you appear even more handsome right now?"

"Indeed?"

As Gerard posed this question, he leaned in, presenting his impeccably chiseled cheek for a gentle peck. Lilah, compelled by a burgeoning affection, couldn't suppress her smile as she planted a kiss on his cheek. Satisfied, Gerard departed, leaving behind a trail of contentment.

Before long, Calvin made a return, bearing a selection of exotic snacks procured from abroad.

"These were thoughtfully curated by Mr. Harris. Should you be hungry or thirsty, feel free to ask for anything.”