The Cherished Wife by Chweety

Charles and Noelle had a bit of a routine when it came to getting to the office they would take turns to come in. Charles could not sway Noelle, so they ended up coming to work separately, much to his annoyance. However, Noelle was tough as nails, and Charles, eager

for a peaceful night's sleep in the master bedroom, caved in.

While Charles zipped up to the twenty-seventh floor through a less-traveled route, Noelle strode through the main entrance and bumped into Ronald. Ronald gave her a curious once-over, and as they stepped into the elevator, he shot her a couple of extra glances. Noelle just flashed a small, knowing smile and gave a nod. "Mr. Wells, got something on your mind?"

"Ms. Shaw, you're alone today?" Ronald's voice was low, mindful of the audience they had. Noelle chuckled. "What, I can't come to work on her own? Do I need an escort or something?"

Ronald caught on quickly and nodded with a smirk. "Point taken."

"This is me." Noelle gestured to her floor. "Catch up soon!"

Ronald watched her go, nodding to himself in silent agreement.

too thrilled about this big shot who had been dropped in from above, and since it seemed Charles was not giving

she was on

honcho of the Secretaries, called the shots and handed out the

few times, but it was like talking to a brick wall. Becky would not budge. Now, stuck under Becky's

dare rock the

Instead, she followed Clarisse's

getting anywhere near Charles's office, let

the type you could win over with a latte

bolting downstairs to spill her woes to Clarisse. "Aunt Clary, why is Charles doing this to me? Can't

shut that down. "Absolutely not. I know Charles. If you betray him once, you're out for good. Kelly made a fool of him,

for a bit longer,