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.

all targeting you. Why

'Why is that, you ask? If

not voice it aloud. After all, this job meant the world to her

Charlotte's face, Shane's heart softened and

you must be able

You may

around in his office

me a tip?' she

he always been this

back to her

heading toward the security room, accompanied by some others. She planned to unearth the surveillance video from last night to better understand

go. It wasn't until noon that all the affairs were finally

was not informed of these happenings. Still, over time, there were gradually lesser and lesser accusing fingers

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

Charlotte felt a sense of familiarity

her chest forward, arrogance in every word as she stared Charlotte down. 'Ah, so

and she spoke in a vindictive tone, "I'm sorry, is there anything I can help you

pull off a friendly demeanour

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

banquet, she didn't have the

clad in formal attire and a pair of black-framed glasses, in stark contrast to Yuliana and her branded