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.

office door. Sean cautiously entered and spoke, "Mr. Hoffis, it's

figure seemed isolated in the dimly lit room,

his watch. Although he had discreetly eaten dinner earlier, his thoughts were with his loving wife at home, eagerly waiting for

overtime again that night. Even though the extra pay was a

Hoffis, is something troubling you? Can

the side, standing stiffly as he let Elio pass. Once Elio was a few

silent, his expression stony as he stared out the window at the scenery passing

debate, he finally decided to broach the subject. "Mr. Hoffis, is it because Ms. Morrison

look at him,

cold sweat broke

the trouble have been sparked by the film he sent

A clear explanation might help her understand. If not, I could speak to her on your behalf," he suggested