Marrying the Man in the Dark

“It was Mr. Belcourt!” someone blurted out, shaking his head helplessly. “He’s got a temper like a volcano! Apart from the president, nobody in the company dares to cross him!”

“Mr. Dultch came up with this weird idea to test the temper of every big shot in the company.

guess who’s Supposed to help us figure out who to handle with kid gloves when assigning tasks… and the most untouchable? Yep, Mr. Belcourt…”

Before the person could finish, Mr. Dultch glared and shooed him away. “Get back to work! Mrs. Lenoir, don’t pay attention to his rambling.”

Cherise was floored by their bizarre logic. “So… your test concludes that I’m cool as a cucumber, huh?”

Mr. Dultch grinned. “Yep, you’ve got quite the cool head. But don’t worry, we’ll do our best not to ruffle your feathers…”

Cherise was left speechless. She had unwittingly discovered such a peculiar department existed in Damien’s company!

returned to Damien’s office from HR,

given

sound of the door, he glanced up with a smile. The HR are a bunch

on getting my autograph. And after I obliged, they had the

seemed wasted, leaving her feeling like an easy target.

any harm,” Damien said, approaching with a grin as he guided her to the nearby sofa. As he eased off her shoes, he added casually, “Mr. Dultch can be a bit mischievous. But honestly, they just appreciate people

with you?” His warm hand gently massaged

and her lips pursed in annoyance.

grief?” The man’s eyes flicked to her swollen ankle, concern evident in his voice.

it’s fine now,” Cherise replied, smiling. Before she could say more, a knock interrupted them.

to bring these documents to you,” a voice outside the door sounded