A deep, cold voice rang out with an unquestionable authority.
Candice and Jessica both turned their heads simultaneously.
At the open office door stood Charlie, his face devoid of expression, his presence emanating an invisible pressure.
He looked distinctly displeased—as if someone had dared enter his floor without his permission.
Behind him, Jerry wore the awkward smile of a peacekeeping envoy, trying to save this nerve-wracking hellscape… though it was obviously futile.
“Oh, I didn’t know Candice had a lunch meeting,”
Jessica responded quickly, adapting in an instant.
Then added with a gentle smile, “Candice, you should’ve told me earlier. If I’d known you had plans, I wouldn’t have come to bother you.”
Candice was so amused she nearly laughed out loud.
Oh, please. Would you tw
