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.

she sulked to herself, 'Even if the lights outside the design department are turned off, the light from

someone

shouted Charlotte, unwilling to give in and accept her

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

to spend the night at the

phone and dialed Anne's number in hopes

up the phone, she caught a

an adrenaline rush. 'Is someone coming?'

immediately picked up her bag and scampered toward the door. She found it wide open with a man standing

looked up at the man

so late already. What is he doing

read her

those words out, Shane caught himself by surprise. What was

night, Mr. Fuller." Faced with the intimidating man, the only thought on

the materials to be submitted to my desk by

even asked me to..." Charlotte began, but as she spoke, she met Shane's gaze. The words that followed were lodged in her