"Hello?"

Without so much as a glance at the caller ID, Charlotte picked up the ringing phone from her desk and brought it to her ear.

"Lottie, Sheryl and I are in the restaurant right downstairs from your office building. Quick, come join us." It was Anne.

'T m sorry, Anne, but I'm still working on something right now."

"But it's already the weekend, plus it's time for lunch! No amount of work calls for starving yourself. Besides, Sheryl misses you a lot," Anne said in protest.

'The weekend?' Charlotte blinked.

Her fingers paused mid-action and the pen she was twirling swiftly landed on her desk.

Subconsciously, her eyes darted to scan her desk calendar. To her surprise, it was, in fact, already the weekend. However, this was nothing out of the norm; it was easy for Charlotte to lose track of time once she got her hands on work.

She was currently revising the design drafts for the bidding of the opera house in the Eastern District. Though the bidding was to take place three weeks from the day of the notice, the company only permitted her two weeks to finalize the drafts for the presentation.

One week had now passed, yet she was still unsatisfied with the drafts.

She knew that this project was not only a test given to her by the company, but also a chance for her to prove her abilities to the rest.

It had been a few days since she started working overtime and spending the night at the company. Because of this, she had specifically asked Anne to look over Sheryl.

"Alright, I'll be down in a minute."

After hanging up the phone, Charlotte briefly cleared her desktop and picked up her bag, ready to head downstairs.

look at the menu and decide what you'd like to eat first?" Anne

soon, the gloomy expression on little Sheryl's face vanished without a trace. She joyfully picked up the menu and started

also thoughtfully ordered a cup of mocha, her

and Sheryl engaged in chirpy small talk, Braden spotted them from not too far

retentive memory for beautiful women,

my way this time around,

to his feet, adjusted his collar, and strode

believe in fate, but it looks like we were meant to meet again," Braden

had dandy facial features accented by his firm, wheat- coloured skin.

the charisma of the man who suddenly appeared in front of her. She looked at him

Braden's face grew rigid. 'You must be kidding!

Collins, the man with a never-ending queue of admirers flocking behind

out an empty chair

to recall." As Braden unbuttoned his suit, his

highlighted her bubbly face. Her

was simply too

the daughter of this lady, can she?' Braden mused

little girl?" he

Sheryl remarked with pouty lips, peeping

Anne nodded in agreement.

caught sight of Braden

leave anytime soon. She looked over to Anne and she immediately realized what tricks Braden had up his sleeve.

"Mr. Collins."

leaped off her chair in excitement and dove

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