The Returning Ex

“President Morgan requested for my presence, so you can give him a call to get a confirmation from him,” Ian explained upon approaching the reception. A call was swiftly made as soon as the president’s title was mentioned, which didn’t last for long before the receptionist hung up. While the receptionist didn’t tell Ian to go upstairs, she told him to wait for a moment.

The situation confused Sophia as she observed Ian from the sidelines while wondering if Ian never showed himself in the company prior to that moment. She thus approached the receptionist to ask, “How long have you been working here?”

“Almost five years.” There was panic in the receptionist’s response when faced with Sophia. She nodded as she figured that Ian wasn’t doing that great a job as the young master of his family, judging from the fact that the receptionist failed to recognize him despite having worked with the company for five years.

After the two of them waited for a while, a man who appeared to be many years Ian’s senior exited the elevator. He gave a noncommittal response upon seeing Ian, “You’re here.”

However, the man was startled by Sophia’s presence, which led her to sigh inwardly as she struggled to get accustomed to her new found fame. Meanwhile, Ian turned to look at Sophia as he introduced, “He is Sean Morgan, and he… is my elder brother.” The final part of the sentence sounded rather forced, if nothing else.

“Hello.” Sophia nodded toward Sean.

“Hello, Mrs. Constance.” Sean was polite toward her.

is Sophia, so you can call me just that. Addressing me as Mrs. Constance actually sounds

before leading them to the elevator. Most of the companies had a similar structure to their offices, and the same could

into the company at the HR department, and Sean told the staff to assign Ian the position of vice president, working alongside Mr. Zimmel, who would

imperceptible smirk on his face, which Sophia missed out on as she was busy examining her surroundings with her

Ian was led to and instructed to wait in a nearby meeting room. The door to the tiny room was opened as soon as Ian and Sophia sat down, through which a man about Ian’s age entered. There was a sense of impudence in how he addressed Ian upon laying eyes on

during the ensuing silence, which seemed to displease the man as he walked over to slam

retained as Ian rested his back against the chair, but Sophia was slightly

managed to bite his tongue before he could finish his sentence

she wore was even more solemn than the one

Constance’s wife?” The man

my husband?”

turned to glance at Ian with a nod. “I was wondering why the position you are offered was suddenly changed, and I see the reason now. I sure underestimated you, Ian, as