As I rushed upstairs, I couldn't shake the feeling of his gaze lingering on my back.
The next morning, Charles came downstairs with dark circles under his eyes.
"Sir, did you pull an all-nighter writing that report?" I asked, surprised. Was writing a report actually really hard for him?
"Just call me Charles when we're at home."
I lowered my head and continued eating, trying not to laugh at him.
That morning, he wore sunglasses to the company.
In the break room, everyone gathered around me, gossiping. "Susan, what's up with Mr. Lawson today?"
"Who knows? Maybe he just wanted to change up his style."
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Finally, it was my day off. Charles wanted to be a proper host, take me sightseeing, and treat me to some good food.
Just as I got in his Maybach, I got a call from an unknown number back home. No one other than my parents, close family and my lawyer should have had this number, so I picked up.
On the other end was Lulu's sobbing voice. "I'm sorry for disturbing you, Susan,
