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.

She wondered why he called her up if he was just going to ignore her. Determined not to let her

was

why

took out another document file

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

document and handed it to her. Candice hesitated, noting his

was deep and inscrutable as he watched

reaching out to take

permanent employment contract. She had

this personally? Wasn't this HR's

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

voice, Elio replied, "It's not your performance.

director who had just packed up

removed the cap, and handed it to