It was finally time to get off work.
Shirley had counted almost every second leading up to it.
She gazed into the conference room through the glass window, noting how Dewitt was chairing the table while calmly listening to executive reports.
The distinct outline of his jaw and handsome features made her swoon again.
Though this man was an a*shole, he really was her type.
Every part of him was attractive, from eyes, brows, nose...to his Adam's apple.
Yet there was an inexplicable familiarity to him.
Norman appeared in her mind.
Her chest clenched.
Shirley suddenly realised Dewitt and Norman shared similarities.
She panicked immediately at that realization.
It...it could not be...
It was already 7 p.m. when Dewitt ended the meeting.
"Go downstairs to Lincoln's Restaurant and get
