Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Monday was a busy day. The moment Charlotte arrived at the office, she buried herself in work and only got to stop when lunchtime arrived.

She followed her colleagues from the administration department to the company’s cafeteria on the twenty-first floor. They had just exited from the elevator when they bumped into Zachary.

The man strode out of the elevator in an imposing manner, causing the air to solidify.

The rest of his employees retreated to one side and looked at the ground silently.

Charlotte peeked at him and met his icy glare without warning. She immediately looked down in a panic. Was Devil staring at me?

“Don’t mind me. Carry on,” uttered Zachary.

The employees were pleasantly surprised by their president’s words. This was the first time they had heard him speak directly to them, so they were very much thrilled.

Zachary sat down at a seat by the window. Two bodyguards stood watch behind him as Ben left to order his meal.

Charlotte peeked at him once again. The sunlight reflected off his body, encasing him in a golden glow like a Greek god.

man is the

it off immediately. She

she sat down, the annoying

eyes and shifted sideways to

“Eat up. Our company’s cafeteria serves a luxurious buffet

lowered her head

why is Mr. Nacht eating in the cafeteria today?”

He never comes to our cafeteria,” said Lily, another colleague. She peeked at the table opposite theirs and lowered her voice.

Yolanda dared not

“He might seem cold, but he’s actually quite

know Mr. Nacht well.” A male colleague voiced his curiosity. “I

course. The president and I

voice trailed off, as if hinting

quickly in six months. Turns out you’re friends with Mr. Nacht.” The male colleagues hurriedly buttered

long as you’re doing a good job, you’ll get a promotion

anymore. She took her tray and rose