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.

profile, she nearly trembled with anxiety. She wondered why he called her up if he was

was no

she said, "Mr. Hoffis, why did you

took out another document

having been ignored since she was young, Candice gritted her teeth and clenched her fist in anger. "Elio Hoffis, why exactly did you call me up

to her. Candice hesitated, noting his

and inscrutable

she asked, reaching out to take the

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

why was Elio handling this personally?

my work performance is the issue, you don't have to consider my cousin's words. I don't

a steady voice, Elio replied, "It's not your performance. The person with issues has already

he was referring to the director who had just

pen, removed the cap, and handed