The Wrong Woman

"Who are you?" Candice asked.

The man replied respectfully, "I'm Sean Lowe, the CEO's assistant."

Candice nodded in greeting. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Lowe."

"Ms. Candice, please come in," Sean said, opening the door for her.

Candice hesitated for a few seconds, wondering why they had questioned the waiter who had accidentally dirtied her evening gown. It was such a minor incident, and even if it was intentional, it didn't really bother her.

She stepped into the office. It was spacious, bright, and elegantly decorated. In front of the window walls stood a clean, impressive desk. The handsome man behind it, dressed in a sleek black suit, exuded charm as he worked intently.

As soon as she saw him, Candice felt inexplicably nervous, her heart pounding erratically. Taking a deep breath, she pondered how to address him. Calling him "uncle" was out of the question. "Mr. Hoffis, you wanted to see me?" Candice approached politely.

Elio was momentarily stunned. He barely glanced up and continued to peruse his documents without acknowledging her.

his handsome profile, she nearly trembled with anxiety. She wondered why he called her up if he was just going to ignore her. Determined not to let her thoughts run wild and become

there was no

she said, "Mr. Hoffis, why did you call

out another document

since she was young, Candice gritted her teeth and clenched her fist in anger. "Elio Hoffis, why exactly

out a document and handed it to her. Candice hesitated, noting his reaction and the document he

gaze was deep and inscrutable as he

reaching out to

and saw it was a permanent employment contract. She had anticipated

why was Elio handling this personally? Wasn't

is the issue, you don't have to consider my cousin's words. I don't want to rely on

not your performance. The person

referring to the director who had just packed up and

cap, and handed it to her.