Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

In the president's office.

Shane was seated in his office chair, with his fingers intertwined and his hands rested on the edge of the desk. On his face hung what seemed like a smile as he stared right into Charlotte's eyes.

She had returned to her usual composed, obedient self. The fiery tigress from earlier was nowhere to be found.

"Charlotte, do you not owe me an explanation?"

"An explanation?" What was there for her to explain? Shane's question caught Charlotte by surprise. Baffled, she raised her head to meet the man's eyes.

Sensing Charlotte's confusion, Shane pulled the corner of his lips up into a smirk. For the first time, he explained what was on his mind, 'T ve always despised employees who are constantly involved in strife." 'Constantly involved in strife?' she repeated in her heart.

'Me?'

'With which eye did he see me constantly

involved in strife?'

'Could it be my exchange with Jace earlier?'

Charlotte fell silent for a few seconds. Ultimately, she got herself together and, with a smile that lingered on the edges of her lips, she replied, "Mr. Fuller, I've only joined the company a few days ago. I have barely gotten to know everyone in the company! Who could I possibly involve in strife?"

She did not view herself as a competent employee of the company, nor was she a confidant of Shane's, so she felt no need to spill the truth.

targeting you.

soon as those words left Shane's lips, Charlotte almost flipped out. 'Why is that, you ask? If it isn't

voice it aloud. After all, this job meant the world to her

Shane's heart softened and his

you must be able to portray

You may

could digest his message, Shane spun around in

give me a

he always been this

back to her

Watson, another secretary, was heading toward the security room, accompanied by some others. She planned to unearth the surveillance video

It wasn't until

went without saying that Charlotte was not informed of these happenings. Still, over time, there were gradually lesser and lesser accusing fingers pointing at her in hatred, until the number

the main doors of the office building, she was stopped by a woman

of familiarity wash over her, but she couldn't pinpoint

pushed her chest forward, arrogance in

and she spoke in a vindictive tone,

pull off a friendly demeanour while dealing with anyone related

the opening to look Charlotte up and down. Her gaze swept past every inch of

she didn't have the chance to scrutinize this lady

a pair of black-framed glasses, in stark