The Cherished Wife

"Is that really okay?" "Absolutely! Let's go!"

Mr. Hoffman was met with an update as soon as he stepped into the foyer. Ronald, who had just witnessed Clarisse and Janet's departure, approached him. "Your mom took Janet out," he informed Mr. Hoffman, a questioning look in his eyes. "What's your take on this?" "Let her be. When Janet finally shows up for work, just mark her down as a no-show," Charles said as he hung up the phone, then dove back into the stack of papers on his desk. However, the phone was relentless, ringing again-this time it was Clarisse on the line. "Charles, I'm out grabbing a bite with Janet. Look, I'm not trying to nag, but you've got to balance work with a little self-care. Janet's been looking thinner since she started at Collosus Group. You're not working her to the bone, are you?"

"Mother, unless my watch is playing tricks on me, it's only eleven-thirty. Lunchtime hasn't even started," Charles replied, his voice cutting through the phone like ice. "Janet's part of Collosus Group now, and that means playing by our rules. If she's not up for it, she's free to walk away." "Charles, Charles!" Clarisse called out, but the line was already dead. She glared at her phone, her anger simmering. "That boy is really starting to ignore his own mother."

"Aunt Clary, is Charles mad? Maybe I should head back to work..."

Clarisse was seething with anger at Charles's audacity. "I'll drive you back

call, he did not waste a second. He grabbed his coat and bolted from the Collosus Group offices. He had plans that afternoon and had already told Becky to

had left her and Arya to deal with the latest survey data They had been at it for days, double-checking everything, and

had no choice but to call

car when Noelle's number flashed on his screen. "What is

some issues last time. We've gone over it again, and I'd like to get it to you." "Now? I'm in the parking garage," Charles replied,

"Well, if you're busy,