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.

their phones when no work was issued but immediately got to work

of the ladies complained. “The girl with the connections is here. Ugh… she’s so

“What connections?”

she wants and not get fired?

sounds about

did not say anything when she heard those remarks. She merely placed

of free time there, so Charlotte had a

sent them to Lucy. After that, she just

the Nachts to develop a two-thousand-acre plot of land near Ashen Lake. They were

the Blackwoods did not have enough funding. That was the reason

saw the potential,

weird. The two thousand acres of land were not empty. Demolishing was needed – the Windt Corporation’s seven factories and her old home

would have been fine if it was anywhere else, but

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 he built specifically

everything. Charlotte would be devastated if all of it