Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

When they reached the president’s office, Lucy told Charlotte that she was transferred to another office.

As of that day, Charlotte was no longer working at the reception counter. Her new job was at the filing office, where she was responsible for printing and filing work.

Charlotte had been with the company for a while now. Thus, she knew that both her new and old jobs were at the bottom of the hierarchy on level 68.

Being a receptionist was not that bad since she could see Zachary and all the other higher-ups every day. If she performed remarkably, or if she met a manager or director who was in a good mood, there was a chance that she could get a promotion.

Nonetheless, the same could not be said about the filing office. Working there meant total isolation from the outside.

Charlotte would be stuck in a small room every day, waiting for the secretaries’ email to be printed out. After that, she would sort it and send it over to the relevant parties.

There was no way for her to shine, nor a way for her to make mistakes. The chance for promotion was abysmal.

Charlotte understood that she was not doing really well recently, so a transfer was to be expected.

Hence, she packed up her stuff and went straight to the filing office quietly.

there working with her. They would be on their phones when no work was issued but immediately got to work

Charlotte, one of the ladies complained. “The girl with the connections

“What connections?”

leaves whenever she wants and not get fired? She

about right…

remarks. She merely placed her stuff

there, so Charlotte had a lot of time to

nearly nothing to do. She only printed a few documents and sent them to Lucy. After that, she just sat at her table looking at all the data. Unknowingly, she found out about a new

with the Nachts to develop a two-thousand-acre plot of land near Ashen Lake. They were planning to build an international

enough funding. That was the reason they seek out

of course, Zachary saw the potential, and

thousand acres of land were not empty. Demolishing was needed – the Windt

if it was anywhere else, but Charlotte took notice because the Windt Corporation was

already fallen into the hands of Simon and the rest of the relatives, it was still built upon Charlette’s father’s blood, sweat, and tears. Not to mention the house that

that Simon owned everything. Charlotte would be