Jim kept talking beside him.
Charlie lowered his gaze to the woman on the screen—dressed in a sharp black suit, radiant and competent, confident and poised, exuding pride and resilience.
He couldn’t help but recall the various times he had seen her—
Disheveled, dejected, broken... and today—
Desperately trying to please, yet fleeing in humiliation.
A flicker of frustration settled in his chest.
He had gone too far with his words today.
…
Candice woke up around 9 p.m., boiling noodles in the kitchen when her phone buzzed.
A message.
From Jim.
Ever since she had jokingly asked for his boss’s height, weight, and measurements, she hadn’t heard back from him.
Now, out of nowhere, he sent her a string of numbers.
And a message:
“Young Master says you owe him a suit. He's worried yo
