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“Mmm,” I said, smiling at the confused look on his face. “It’s worked before.”
“Uh…” He still looked doubtful, but he wasn’t going to oppose me. “Right.”
I was distracted as he spoke because we just passed a room with the door wide open. It looked to be some sort of break room. There were a bunch of employees in red shirts sitting around a table with empty plates in front of them. But my eyes were drawn to one in particular—the one squatting on the floor and poking at a suspicious-looking material on the floor with her pen.
The one with red hair that flowed around her face.
“See, I told you guys it was mold,” she said, holding up the pen for all to see. “They want us to get sick in here.”
“Gross, Charlie, put it away,” one of the other women said, smacking her hand and laughing as Charlotte pretended to swing it around her face.
“This is the break room,” the manager said, and after a glance at my face, he added nervously, “Yeah, sorry, the employees sometimes fool around on their break time, but it’s…not really mold. I’ll tell them to cut it out.”
But he didn’t have to because, in the next minute, a series of actions happened. Charlotte must have heard us talking because she glanced back. The moment she saw it was me, she let out a yelp, attempted to get up, and ended up banging her head against the table.
“Oh my gosh, Charlie, are you okay?” her friend asked.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” she said, but she was still staring at me in horror as I entered the room.
“Leave,” I said to her companions.
The woman who was talking to Charlotte raised an eyebrow at me. “Who are you?”
“He’s our new boss,” the manager said, chuckling nervously. “Come on, let’s get back to work.”
“Not you.” I pointed at Charlotte, who was still staring up at me in horror. I heard the rest of them slowly shuffle out while looking at me in confusion and horror.
I could understand her surprise. I was surprised myself, but I already knew fate would pull some bullshit today. The rain told me.
Still, it was a small fucking world, and I felt like someone or something was orchestrating my meeting with Charlotte at every turn.
What if there was a reason for it?
“You’re not supposed to be working with that ankle,” I said as she held the table, pulling herself back to her feet.
Her eyes were still wide with shock, and she shook her head. “What are you doing here? Are you really the new boss?”
I nodded, and she gaped in disbelief.
“Are you stalking me or something?” she blurted out after a few seconds of silence.
“Don’t flatter yourself.” I looked down at her ankle, which she’d wrapped up in white gauze. It seemed to be standing steady, so she was probably fine. Still, she shouldn’t be standing for long.
“This can’t be happening,” Charlie muttered to herself, apparently having her own crisis. I glanced up and caught the way her sweat scrolled down her slender neck and into her cleavage.
Fuck.
I needed to bring my mind back to who she was. And then I remembered the question that had bothered me for days now.
“That boy,” I said. “Is he really your son?”
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CHARLOTTE
I gaped at him like a fish out of water.
It took me a few seconds to answer. My brain was still trying to figure out why he was here at my workplace. It was trying to wrap itself around him being my new boss and the questions associated with all that. I didn’t even know which question to ask first.
