The Cherished Wife by Chweety

"Ms. Baker, what are you doing at Mr. Hoffman's office?"

Fury bubbling up inside her, Janet drew back her leg and delivered a solid kick to the door. The kick set off the anti-theft alarm, and within moments, the shrill sound filled the floor. Security guards were on her in an instant, their expressions wary as they recognized her. "I... I..." Janet's words faltered as panic set in. The alarm's blare had already sent her heartbeat into overdrive, and now her feet felt like they were encased in concrete, refusing to move.

"It wasn't me, Charles sent me up here for a document, he..."

"Ms. Baker, you're saying Mr. Hoffman sent you for a document? Where is Mr. Hoffman now?" The guards were on high alert, their last encounter with Charles' warnings still fresh in their minds. "If Mr. Hoffman sent you, would you mind giving him a call?" "You, you... Charles really did tell me to get the documents. If you don't believe me, just call Charles!"

"Look, we don't have the big boss's number. Since you're his sister, shouldn't you have it?" The security guard stood his ground, unyielding.

Janet might have been used to getting her way, but the sight of the two towering guards made her heart race with fear. With no other option, she tried calling Charles. However, it was like he had psychic powers or something his phone was off, and Janet could not reach him.

Panic surged through Janet, and when the automated voice said, "Sorry, the number you're trying to reach is turned off," she felt like she had turned to stone.

at her. "Sorry, Ms. Baker, but you'll need to come

hear about this, and when he does, you're both toast!" Janet's voice rose to a shriek, but the guards were like statues, not budging an inch. "Sorry, Ms., Baker, but we've got to do our job. You say you're here on the president's word,

got to take you

dare! I'm a VIP with the Hoffmans. I'm Charles's sister! You can't just push

guards and frantically dialed her aunt Clarisse. "Help me!

Clarisse emotionally blackmailed Mateo, saying he was out to get Janet, just to

was not in the mood for

match with Clarisse, but she was like a dog with a

office. When

was a tear-streaked mess, her mascara running wild, making her look fierce, like

herself at Clarisse's mercy. "You've gotta take my side here. Those security guys, you just have to fire them. They were