The Wrong Woman

"Where's Candice," asked Elio.

"Mr. Hoffis, Candice just left with her bag," the employee replied respectfully.

Without a word, Elio turned and dashed toward the elevator, jabbing the button impatiently. As he watched the floor numbers shift slowly, he pulled out his phone and dialed Candice's number.

He listened to the connecting tone for a while before the call suddenly dropped. He dialed again, only for Candice to disconnect once more. After the third attempt ended in the same manner, he gave up resignedly.

By the time Elio made it outside the first-floor lobby, Candice was nowhere to be found. Feeling dejected, he returned upstairs. He was distracted all day, unable to concentrate on his work.

As night descended, the neon lights from outside illuminated Elio through the glass window. He stood by the window staring at the night sky with his hands in his pockets.

The bustling street below sharply contrasted with the emptiness he felt inside. He couldn't fathom why Candice had behaved this way.

cautiously entered and

remained silent. His figure seemed isolated in the dimly lit room, exuding a chill that

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Hoffis, is something troubling you? Can I assist

the side, standing stiffly as he let Elio pass. Once Elio was a few steps ahead,

stayed silent, his expression stony as he

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turned to look at him, his gaze

tightened, his back rigid as a shiver of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

sparked by the film he sent to Elio? Was his job

women can be quite sensitive. A clear explanation might help her understand. If not, I could speak

out a deep sigh as he closed his eyes. After a moment, he asked weakly, "Sean, if a woman is