The Wrong Woman

After their intimate time together, Candice, overcome with embarrassment, hastily dressed while Elio was bewildered. She practically sprinted away from the room.

"Candice..." Elio called out. He couldn't go after her as he wasn't fully dressed yet.

She dashed out of the office and into the elevator, gasping for breath. Upon returning to the design department, Vanessa hurried over and leaned forward with her hands on Candice's table. Vanessa's gaze fell upon Candice's flushed face and slightly swollen lips.

"Candice, what happened? Why are you so red? Did you have lunch?"

Candice avoided Vanessa's gaze, looking down sheepishly. "Yes, I did. Just by myself."

"I didn't see you in the cafeteria! And you usually take only half an hour for lunch. Why did it take you over an hour today?"

"I-I didn't eat at the company cafeteria. I went somewhere... far."

Vanessa lightly smacked Candice's hand with a hint of displeasure. "Candice, why didn't you bring me along if you found a great spot?"

forced a smile and tucked a stray wisp of hair behind her ear. "Next time. I'll definitely

Vanessa exclaimed, "Don't

at

Then, she questioned, "Why's there a red mark on your neck? It looks like a

Vanessa said, looking

her neck. Then, she feigned annoyance. "Don't talk nonsense. I-I

hickey. Moreover, Candice's bashful expression was unmistakable.

asked, "Candice, are you sure you don't

don't. Please stop trying to set us up,"

Wendell know

smile. "That's something you should have done

computer and began to revise

feeling the drag of boredom, Vanessa slumped back into her chair and rested her head

the silence. It was Elio calling. A wave of awkwardness and embarrassment swept over her, and she found herself at