The Cherished Wife by Chweety

Wife 83

Chapter 83

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“Why, am I not allowed to call my wife?” Charles’s voice had a teasing edge, as if he was playfully challenging her. “You sound like you’re not exactly thrilled to hear from me.”

Noelle was at a loss for words for a moment. “You can’t even see my face, so how would you know if I’m thrilled or not? And about my tone…” She sighed, a mix of exasperation and affection in her voice. “Look, I’m at work. What’s this really about?”

“Swamped, huh?” Charles juggled his phone in one hand and a pen in the other, signing off on a stack of papers. His eyes flicked down, caught something that made him pause, and his mood dropped. He shot a glare at his secretary. “Get the finance chief in here, now!”

Noelle heard that and said, “Looks like you’re the one who’s tied up! If you’re too busy, I’m just gonna hang up!”

“Wait!” Charles cut Noelle off, “How’d you figure I’m busy? Just give me a second!” Without waiting for a reply, he slammed the phone down and drummed his fingers on the desk, fixing his gaze on Joey, the secretary, “I brought you on board to lighten my load, not to make a mess. What’s the deal with this?”

at the price on the document,

Joey stammered, his face going pale with shock.

clue? You’re telling me a hotshot from Harvard can’t make heads or tails of a simple report? Did you just

Ronald was in the room in no time. “On their way.” Ronald caught a glimpse of Joey shaking like a leaf and mentally paid his respects. “Mr. Hoffman,

I don’t see why you should stick around.”

office of the Collosus Group was a dream job for many. Getting the boot from Collosus meant you were pretty much done for in Brookville. Because no one would touch you with a ten–foot pole since nobody

the floor. “Mr. Hoffman! Mr. Hoffman, you’ve got

looked up sharply.

chief told me everything would be fine as long as my part went smoothly, that you’d sign off without a hitch,” Joey spilled the beans,

you could pull the wool over

just give me one more shot,

finish; Ronald got the message. “Right away, Mr. Hoffman!”

desk, lost in thought, before

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