After coaxing the children to sleep, Charlotte Thompson sat at her desk, looking at the documents in front of her.
The recent unusual behaviour of Cyrus had puzzled her. She couldn't figure out why.
Seeing the children sleep soundly, she instructed Jack Bryant to stand guard at the door to prevent anyone from coming in.
By the time Justin Battleson arrived, it was dusk, the clouds dyed pink, appearing quite beautiful.
"I want to see Charlotte."
Seeing Jack Bryant, who stood at the door like a guardian deity, Justin's face darkened a bit, and his eyes revealed impatience.
"I'm sorry, Miss Thompson is busy and can't see anyone right now."
Justin Battleson's face darkened. He fixed a look at the man in front of him, as if remembering something, he smirked.
"I am her boss, keeping me waiting won't do you any good."