The Wrong Woman

Sean stuttered, "M-Mr. Hoffis, d-did I mess up this morning? Or did you just wake up on the wrong side of the bed?"

Elio's voice resembled a blast from an ice cellar, sending chills down the spine. "Sean, why did you send me an adult film last night? Are you trying to get yourself fired?" Sean started to sweat profusely. He gulped and anxiously explained, "M-Mr. Hoffis, I sent it because you requested a romantic animated movie.

"Considering you live alone, asked for the movie late at night, and usually don't watch animations-especially romantic ones-I assumed you were hinting at something else."

Elio narrowed his eyes and said through gritted teeth, "Candice wanted to watch it. I don't know a thing about romantic animated movies, so I relied on you for a recommendation. And you've managed to botch it entirely."

Sean's eyes widened in shock, his mouth hanging open. He was so stunned that words eluded him for a long moment.

After a deep breath to quell his anger, Elio loosened his grip on Sean's collar. Stepping back, he warned, "If Candice ends up hating me or gets a bad impression because of this, you better start packing."

Startled, Sean quickly lowered his head and apologized, "I'm sorry, Mr. Hoffis. I'm truly sorry. I'll find a way to fix this. I'll do whatever it takes to restore your reputation."

Elio maintained a stern expression and said nothing as he climbed into the back seat of the car.

sweat from his forehead and hurried into the driver's seat before driving away. All the while, he was thinking about how he could fix the situation. In the back seat,

Hoffis, Ms. Morrison didn't catch much of it,

responded with a

asked further, "And what about

entire thing," Elio

a good film. It was almost a universal

and closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose.

what if I scout out some stunning ladies

need for some.

What's your preference? Or do you have a specific person in mind? I can handle the arrangements." "Candice Morrison," Elio

of me? HowR am I supposed to approach Ms Morrison? Everyone in Norvania knows better than to