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.

is the

She took her

the annoying

and shifted sideways to keep

could you eat so little?” teased Wesley. “Eat up. Our company’s cafeteria serves a

lowered her head and focused

Nacht eating in the cafeteria today?” Charlotte’s colleague,

theirs and lowered her voice. “Due to

shaking.” Yolanda dared not look up

don’t be nervous.” Wesley seemed unfazed. “He might seem

Mr. Nacht well.” A male colleague voiced his

The president and I

if hinting at a

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

as you’re doing a good job, you’ll get a promotion in no time,” said Wesley

took her tray and rose to