The Cherished Wife by Chweety

Wife 19

Chapter 19

Peter Lennon squinted, picking up on the nervous tone in Ronald’s voice, and asked, “What’s up? Did Charles throw another curveball your way?”

Ronald let out a forced chuckle. “Isn’t your assistant some kind of computer whiz?”

“Just call him yourself.” Peter’s voice was curt, and the line went dead. Ronald stewed in silence, thinking about how Mr. Hoffman and Mr. Lennon must be cut from the same cloth. Both of them were cold businessmen with no patience or sympathy. Shaking it off, Ronald dialed up Lareal, Peter’s assistant. “You’ve got thirty minutes to dig up info on a lady. someone Mr. Hoffman’s looking for.”

Exactly thirty minutes later, Ronald had the scoop on Winter. He was practically gushing with gratitude. “Man, you’re a lifesaver!”

On the other end, Lareal gave a cool snort. “Does Mr. Hoffman have his eye on this chick?” Winter did not seem like much, but she played a tough game. Lareal could not see how she would be Charles‘ type, so he pried a little.

go. We’ll catch

away. Noelle could tell that Frotconn had changed a lot. They had made her job. obsolete. Since coming back, she noticed that many of her old colleagues had bailed. Now it was just

temples. She was not naive. Frotconn did not do things by accident. They had been planning this long before

from the last six months. You’ve been out of the loop for a while, so you might need a refresher on how things run around here,” said Larisse Yorell, the woman who had been warming Noelle’s seat as the new department head. Her tone was too sharp, almost as if she was laying all her cards out on the table.

she would always be the one calling the shots as director,

of the department for the past half–year. Now, with Noelle swooping in to reclaim her throne, it was

who only got her foot in the door and her cushy director gig at Frotconn

gears was the idea that Noelle had

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anything you don’t understand, Ms. Shaw, just ask. After all, I’ve been the one running the show

not get too close to this woman. “Thanks for that, Larisse. But you know, this is all part of your job. Since I’ve been out of the loop for a while, I’ll take all the