Charles and Noelle had a bit of a routine when it came to getting to the office they would take turns to come in. Charles could not sway Noelle, so they ended up coming to work separately, much to his annoyance. However, Noelle was tough as nails, and Charles, eager

for a peaceful night's sleep in the master bedroom, caved in.

While Charles zipped up to the twenty-seventh floor through a less-traveled route, Noelle strode through the main entrance and bumped into Ronald. Ronald gave her a curious once-over, and as they stepped into the elevator, he shot her a couple of extra glances. Noelle just flashed a small, knowing smile and gave a nod. "Mr. Wells, got something on your mind?"

"Ms. Shaw, you're alone today?" Ronald's voice was low, mindful of the audience they had. Noelle chuckled. "What, I can't come to work on her own? Do I need an escort or something?"

Ronald caught on quickly and nodded with a smirk. "Point taken."

is me." Noelle gestured to her floor. "Catch up

go, nodding to himself in

become the office joke after yesterday's mishap, and now she was the hot gossip topic during coffee breaks. The crew was not too thrilled about this big shot who had been dropped

an island, all alone, even though she was technically on the bustling twenty-seventh floor. Her world was tiny there. Becky, the head honcho

like talking to a brick wall. Becky would not budge. Now, stuck under Becky's

over, but today, getting anywhere near Charles's office, let alone catching a glimpse of Charles himself,

the type you could win over with a latte or a nicely

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