CHAPTER 25 PERFECT CONFUSION

The CEO

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As I walked into Tinkle Jewel Company, clutching the jewelry box in my hands, my presence commanded immediate attention, drawing eyes—especially those of women—with every stride. Ignoring their flirtatious stares, each one begging for attention, I was intent on cracking the mystery of the bracelets. My mind was consumed with two questions: was the other bracelet a convincing fake? And if not, who had purchased one exactly like Ariel’s and why? Each possibility sent a chill down my spine.

One of the female employees unbuttoned her blouse to reveal her cleavage, letting her hair fall over her shoulders before trailing behind me.

“Good morning, Mr. Wesley,” she greeted, a broad smile playing on her heavily painted red lips. “How can we assist you today?”

I turned to her and stared blankly, trying to recall her name. I had seen her many times, and she had introduced herself repeatedly. It's hard to remember her name with that heavy red lipstick on her lips constant