Justin Battleson tidied up some messy documents on his desk, took a moment to rest, then got up.
It was already three hours past the end of office hours.
Unknowingly, he had worked an extra three hours.
The vast office floor was deserted, as the staff had already gone home.
Justin walked through the office area clutching his stomach, his face expressionless.
He was already used to this kind of life; arriving first, and leaving last.
People would hardly believe it if they knew.
Lights shone brightly from thousands of homes visible through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, but he couldn’t find a place he felt belonged.
Walking briskly towards the entrance, he suddenly stopped in his tracks, as if he had seen something unusual.
Turning his head in surprise, he noticed that the light in Charlotte Thompson’s office was still on.
This faint light stood out in the now deserted office area.
Justin couldn’t help but frown, wondering why she hadn’t left yet.
At this moment, he had completely forgotten his stomach ache.
Concerned about Charlotte’s situation, Justin unconsciously headed in her direction.
The knock at the door interrupted Charlotte’s train of thought. Looking up, she realized it was already past nine.
Time had passed so fast without her realizing, as she was immersed in infinite creativity, oblivious to the passing time.
Wondering who else was still around this late, Charlotte got up to open the door.
The moment she stood up, her vision blackened.
Since giving birth to triplets, she had been a little anemic. Now she had been concentrating on her work for a long time without eating or drinking, and had been in the same position for too long, leading to her blood sugar dropping a bit.
She leaned against the corner of the table to steady herself before opening the tightly closed door unsteadily.
She saw Justin’s handsome face in front of her.
Charlotte was clearly taken aback; she thought it was the security staff asking her to leave because they needed to lock up.
"Why haven’t you left work yet?" Ignoring the pain in his stomach, there was a slight hint of concern in Justin’s tone.
He wasn’t used to expressing concern for others.
Under dim light, Charlotte’s face seemed a little pale, her lips without color were pursed slightly.
She was still feeling a bit light-headed, not feeling quite right.
"If Mr. Battleson hasn’t left, how can a lowly employee like me leave first?" Chapters first released on novel⦿fire.net
Charlotte, her lips spread into a pale smile, playfully answered his question, then looked at him defiantly.
"You should go home. I would like to invite you to have dinner, and I want to discuss something with you." The surging pain from his stomach almost broke Justin’s façade.
He thought that since Charlotte had worked until now, she must also be uncomfortable, so Justin directly asked her out for dinner.
"I didn’t know Mr. Battleson was such a considerate boss towards his employees." Charlotte’s smile was polite and she didn’t refuse his invitation.
Considerate of employees?
Justin pondered, that would depend on the person wouldn’t it?
His employee benefits were quite good, but he had never invited anyone to dinner just because they worked overtime.
Everyone in the company knew that Justin Battleson was standoffish and aloof. Hearing about him being considerate of employees was something he first heard from her.
Although he found the comment a bit mocking, he didn’t refute her statement.
He just continued to look at her steadily with his hawkish gaze.
Feeling a bit unsettled under his stare, Charlotte cleared her throat, "Since Mr. Battleson has invited me so cordially, could you please wait for a moment while I tidy up?"
She had just finished a project and the manuscripts littering the table were in a mess.
She had a bout of OCD, and really couldn’t stand her office being in such a mess. She always felt better after tidying it up.