The Cherished Wife by Chweety

Chapter 555

"And why shouldn't I be here?" Janet eyed Becky with suspicion. "Besides, HR's out, I heard they're handling some business, and no one's gotten those documents for me." She glanced at Becky, then followed her line of sight to catch a glimpse of a woman slipping into "What woman?" Becky hesitated, feeling Janet's piercing stare, and quickly regained her composure. "Oh, the woman who entered Mr. Hoffman's office? She's from the project department. Mr. Hoffman asked them to come up to talk about the project." Becky explained, noticing Janet's expression was far from pleased. "Ms. Scott?"

Charles's office. Her gaze sharpened instantly, zeroing in on the door. "Who was that woman who just went in?"

"Is there just one woman in the project department?"

"No, there's a bunch," Becky replied, confused. "Ms. Scott, why do you ask?"

"Who was that who just walked in? What's her name? How's she doing at Collosus Group?" Janet fired off a bunch of questions, and Becky was jolted back to the moment.

Was Janet seeing Noelle as competition? Becky quirked an eyebrow. "Her name's Noelle. She's in the project department, Mr. Parker's right-hand woman. Mr. Hoffman only brought her up for some work stuff!"

not quite convinced. "Becky,

I'm done with my stuff, so how about we brainstorm a bit? Doing the same old thing

like the way you think." Janet was hooked on Becky's idea and forgot all about Noelle for the moment. "Come on, Becky, let's hash it out. Or

here!" Becky took one last look at Charles's

When Noelle was summoned

and Becky's chatter. She slipped in and quickly shut the door behind her. With a cautious glance, she scoped out the hallway from the doorway. Charles watched her tiptoe and peer around, a smirk creeping onto his face. "What's up? You're acting like

Noelle pressed her finger to her lips, signaling Charles to zip it. Once he piped down, she cracked the door a sliver to spy

Becky's conversation

but luckily, Becky was

door and spun around, only to find Charles had stealthily moved right behind her, his arms casually draped

out a resigned sigh. "Come on, we're at work. Can't you be a little more professional?" She glanced towards the door. "Janet might