Chapter 7 - 07- assistant
Giles knew Charles’s temper well. He couldn’t stand women who acted self-important in front of him. So, when Giles arrived shortly after, he rounded up all the department heads and gave them a scathing reprimand. The CEO hated anything flawed—but he also despised things that were too flashy.
The whole morning flew by in a blur of activity. So when Janet suddenly got a call from HR, she could hardly believe her ears.
"Janet, the CEO’s office. He wants to see you."
At the sound of those words, she trembled slightly. Behind her glasses, her pale face looked as white as paper. Urged by the HR manager, she finally stood up and made her way toward the 88th floor.
The 88th floor was exclusive—home to the CEO’s private office and the executive conference room. Besides Giles and Novia, almost no one ever set foot there.
Nervous and uncertain, Janet knocked gently on the lavish office door. When she heard that deep, familiar voice from inside, she adjusted her glasses and suddenly remembered what he’d said yesterday. She hesitated but decided not to take them off.
"Mr. Elwin, you asked to see me?" she said calmly as she stepped inside. The office was stark and cold in dark tones. Charles sat in a luxurious leather chair, tall and commanding. She kept her voice steady.
"Janet?" Charles looked up. His sharply chiseled features were so striking, they took her breath away. There was something vaguely familiar about his face.
A faint scent of Dior cologne drifted through the air. Janet blinked, quickly lowering her gaze. Then she nodded. "Yes, sir."