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.

up if he was just going to

was no

said, "Mr. Hoffis, why did you

another document

ignored since she was young, Candice gritted her teeth and clenched

to her. Candice hesitated, noting his reaction and the document

and inscrutable as he watched

asked, reaching

the file and saw it was a permanent employment contract. She

Elio handling this personally? Wasn't this HR's

file and said, "If my work performance is the issue, you don't have to

Elio replied, "It's not your performance. The person

referring to the director

removed the cap, and handed