The next day, early morning.
None was in the CEO's office when Charlotte Thompson wearily walk in her high heels inside. She slightly pursed her lips, her face cold, standing in front of her desk to pull out the draft papers she needed.
She looked down for a second to make sure all the documents were there and then took a pen out of the pen holder, ready to leave with her stuff.
The longer she stays, the more she remembers Justin Battleson's advice from yesterday, and the hotter her temper gets.
Just as she turned around and looked up, she unsuspectingly met the man's deep eyes at the doorway.
Justin Battleson, dusting off an imaginary speck of dust on the cuff of his sleeve, froze in place when he was about to step into the office. Seeing Charlotte gathering her files and about to leave, he was slightly taken aback.
"What is this?" He asked.
"It's none of your business." She replied.
Charlotte lowered her eyes and coldly responded, ready to step out.