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.

then back at her. "Sorry,

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, but without a way to

got to take you

dare! I'm a VIP with the Hoffmans. I'm Charles's sister!

and frantically dialed her aunt Clarisse. "Help

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

was not in the mood

like a dog with a bone. In the end, it took

office. When she

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

mercy. "You've gotta take my side here. Those