The scene before him was like a replay of the day he transferred Janet to work as his secretary.
Janice. Seeing that face — the one he could picture even with his eyes closed — his heart suddenly raced. Every time he gave up searching for her, she would suddenly reappear in his life just like this.
Janice... it had to be Janet, right?
Charles pulled the sheet from the stack of papers with one hand, and under Novia's surprised gaze, tore it to pieces.
"Handle it as we discussed. I need a secretary who's efficient," he said, his handsome face briefly flashing a restrained joy that vanished in an instant. Charles tossed the shredded paper mercilessly into the trash.
He admitted to himself he still loved her. But forgiveness? That was out of the question.
