The Cherished Wife

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."

me." Noelle gestured to her

nodding to himself

during coffee breaks. The crew was not too thrilled about this big shot who had been dropped in from above, and since it seemed Charles

there. Becky, the head honcho of the Secretaries, called the shots and handed out the assignments, leaving Janet with only the oh-so-exciting task of

to a brick wall. Becky would not budge. Now,

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

type you could win over with a latte or a nicely wrapped present. Despite Janet's attempts-drinks, gifts, you name it-Becky was not having