Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte)

Chapter 25

It was almost time to get off work.

"Ms. Emerson, Mr. Fuller found some issues with the materials and he asked for you to rearrange them. You should take note that you are required to compile and organize the materials from establishment till this day."

The secretary placed Charlotte' s original stack in front of her.

"Okay, I understand." Charlotte lowered her head and started flipping through the materials in an attempt to locate the parts that required supplementation.

"Ms. Emerson, the president needs these materials urgently. They must be compiled and placed on his desk by tomorrow," the secretary said with a hint of malice dancing in her eyes.

However, Charlotte had her nose far too deep in her work to catch anything.

Charlotte replied with a smile, "Sure, I'll just work overtime then."

By the time she finally completed her work, it was already close to nine o'clock at night. The lights outside were all switched off and Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

darkness flooded the entire office. Charlotte had to guide herself out with the flashlight from her phone.

At the main door of the office building, she reached out to pull it open, only to find it locked.

A grim expression manifested on Charlotte's face as she sulked to herself, 'Even if the lights outside the design department are turned off, the light from my room would still have been visible from the outside. There’s no way it went unnoticed when they were locking the door.'

It quickly dawned on her that someone had locked her in on purpose.

"Hey! Is anyone there?” shouted Charlotte, unwilling to give in and accept her fate. However, she received no response.

She had no choice but to head back into her office. She paced back and forth, hoping for someone to come back. Still, time trickled past and no one showed up.

It seemed that she would have to spend the night at the office.

Thinking of her little daughter all alone at home, Charlotte took out her phone and dialed Anne’s number in hopes that she could go over to keep Sheryl company.

A few moments after hanging up the phone, she caught a faint noise coming from the outside.

Charlotte felt an adrenaline rush. 'Is someone coming?' she yearned.

She immediately picked up her bag and scampered toward the door. She found it wide open with a man standing right by it.

She looked up at the man with confusion. "Mr. Fuller?"

‘It’s so late already. What is he doing here?' she voiced in her heart.

It was as though Shane had read her mind. "I came to retrieve something," he explained.

With those words out, Shane caught himself by surprise. What was there to explain to this woman?

"Oh, I see. I shall take my leave, then. Good night, Mr. Fuller." Faced with the intimidating man, the only thought on Charlotte’s mind was to leave as soon as possible.

"Stand right there." Without a second thought, Shane stopped her.

He continued, "Charlotte, I asked for the materials to be submitted to my desk by this afternoon. Why haven't you sent them in?"

"I have! You even asked me to..." Charlotte began, but as she spoke, she met Shane's gaze. The words that followed were lodged in her throat.

'There's no reason for someone like Shane to lie,' her thoughts interrupted her.

It must have been that secretary’s trick to have her work overtime just to sort out the materials again.

At that thought, a wry smile appeared on the corners of Charlotte's lips.

She had really rubbed everyone in the company the wrong way.

Shane observed every subtle change in Charlotte's expression. "What else did I ask you to do?"

"It's nothing, Mr. Fuller. I promise you will find the materials on your desk first thing in the morning. If that's all, I shall head home first."

Seeing her ready to bail, Shane reached out and grabbed her by her arm.

"Now that we're done talking business, let's talk about our private matters."