Who is he waiting for?
That question, like a swarm of ants, was crawling around Evelyn Sherman's heart.
She pushed open the safety door, walked out into the staircase, and looked at the CEO's office right before her, her hand beside her slowly balling into a fist.
The next second, she reached out and pinched her face.
Evelyn Sherman, stop daydreaming. He hates you so much, how could he possibly be waiting for you...?
But if he isn't waiting for her...
Thinking about another woman in his heart, Evelyn Sherman felt as if something was pressing on her chest, unable to breathe freely.
Not allowing herself to think too much, she stepped forward, mustering courage to knock on the door.
"Come in." A deep, magnetic voice echoed from the office.
Evelyn Sherman paused, then pushed the door open and went inside.
The large office was still luxurious.
