Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

It was almost time to get off work.

"Ms. Emerson, Mr. Fuller found some issues with the materials and he asked for you to rearrange them. You should take note that you are required to compile and organize the materials from establishment till this day."

The secretary placed Charlotte's original stack in front of her.

"Okay, I understand." Charlotte lowered her head and started flipping through the materials in an attempt to locate the parts that required supplementation.

"Ms. Emerson, the president needs these materials urgently. They must be compiled and placed on his desk by tomorrow," the secretary said with a hint of malice dancing in her eyes.

However, Charlotte had her nose far too deep in her work to catch anything.

Charlotte replied with a smile, "Sure, I'll just work overtime then."

By the time she finally completed her work, it was already close to nine o'clock at night. The lights outside were all switched off and

darkness flooded the entire office. Charlotte had to guide herself out with the flashlight from her phone.

At the main door of the office building, she reached out to pull it open, only to find it locked.

face as she sulked to herself, 'Even if the lights outside the design department are turned off, the light from my room would still have been visible from the outside. There's no way it went

on her that someone had locked her in

Is anyone there?" shouted Charlotte, unwilling to give in

back and forth, hoping for someone to come back. Still, time trickled past and

seemed that she would have to spend the

home, Charlotte took out her phone and dialed Anne's number in hopes that she could go over

moments after hanging up the phone, she caught

rush. 'Is someone

the door. She found it wide open with a

at the man with confusion.

he doing here?' she

though Shane had read her mind. "I came to retrieve something," he

out, Shane caught himself by surprise. What was there

see. I shall take my leave, then. Good night, Mr. Fuller." Faced with the intimidating man, the only thought on Charlotte's

asked for the materials to be submitted to my desk by this afternoon. Why

Charlotte began, but as she spoke, she met Shane's gaze. The words