The Wrong Woman

"Where's Candice," asked Elio.

"Mr. Hoffis, Candice just left with her bag," the employee replied respectfully.

Without a word, Elio turned and dashed toward the elevator, jabbing the button impatiently. As he watched the floor numbers shift slowly, he pulled out his phone and dialed Candice's number.

He listened to the connecting tone for a while before the call suddenly dropped. He dialed again, only for Candice to disconnect once more. After the third attempt ended in the same manner, he gave up resignedly.

By the time Elio made it outside the first-floor lobby, Candice was nowhere to be found. Feeling dejected, he returned upstairs. He was distracted all day, unable to concentrate on his work.

As night descended, the neon lights from outside illuminated Elio through the glass window. He stood by the window staring at the night sky with his hands in his pockets.

The bustling street below sharply contrasted with the emptiness he felt inside. He couldn't fathom why Candice had behaved this way.

cautiously entered and spoke, "Mr. Hoffis, it's already

figure seemed isolated in the dimly lit room, exuding a chill that discouraged anyone

discreetly eaten dinner earlier, his thoughts were with his loving wife at

night. Even though the extra pay was a welcome bonus, it did little

is something troubling you? Can

with purposeful strides. Sean quickly stepped to the side, standing stiffly as he let Elio

the drive home, Elio stayed silent, his expression stony as

behind the wheel. After much internal debate, he finally decided to broach the subject. "Mr. Hoffis, is it

him, his gaze piercing

of cold sweat

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can be quite sensitive. A clear explanation might help