My boss's Identity

One month had passed since Charlotte's father's operation, and her life had regained some stability. Her relief was palpable, as the funds she had earned from her last night at the club and her own savings had covered all of her father's medical expenses.

Although her father was still in recovery at the hospital, the thought of him returning to full health brought joy to Charlotte's heart.

After a month of working at George Holdings, Charlotte had made a few supportive friends. Despite her role as a cleaner, she was content with her job as it allowed her to maintain her dignity and escape the degrading experience of being a stripper.

She was now embarking on a new journey of starting anew, her focus now shifted to paying off their debts now that her father's health was taken care of.

One morning, Charlotte was cleaning in the early hours at George's Wing, before the official start of her work day.

Lost in thought about that night, she couldn't help but recall the pleasure she had experienced, causing her body to react with a pang of arousal. Trying to shake off the thoughts, she realized her body was craving for Lucas.

Her friend Leah's voice disrupted her thoughts, calling out to her from behind. Charlotte snapped back to reality and turned to face her, needing help with her cleaning equipment.

"Oh my! That must be our boss, the CEO. He's back," Leah exclaimed, pointing in front of them.

"Our boss?!" Charlotte exclaimed, quickly turning around to catch a glimpse of him. But she only managed to see his back as he was surrounded by his bodyguards, making their way to his office.

Tension filled the air as employees gathered in line to welcome his return at the entrance.

Charlotte had heard that the boss had left for a business trip shortly after she started working and had just returned.

From her vantage point, she could observe that he was tall, with a strong build and stylishly dark hair. He was also clad in a well-fitted suit, which triggered Charlotte's memory of Lucas. Her boss bore an uncanny resemblance to him.

"He's so handsome. I wish he was mine," Leah chimed in, interrupting Charlotte's thoughts.

Charlotte burst into laughter. "Stop daydreaming and get back to work."

"I heard he's intimidating and cold towards everyone. Word on the street is that he actually fired a cleaner for missing a spot in his office," Leah retorted.

"Really?!" Charlotte exclaimed, her eyes widening.

"Where do you even hear these things?" she asked curiously.

"Well, now that I'm popular, I'm friends with everyone and I stay up-to-date with the latest gossip," Leah replied with a laugh, as they continued their cleaning duties.

A few days later, Charlotte was cleaning in the lobby when she suddenly felt lightheaded. She tried to regain her composure but ended up tripping and falling.

She attempted to stand but failed, wincing as she realized she had sprained her ankle. She sat back down on the floor, holding her injured ankle in pain.

After a few moments, she looked up to find a group of suited bodyguards surrounding her and anxious colleagues gathered around.

Knowing that her boss had arrived at the office building, Charlotte struggled to stand up and greet him before he entered. However, as he walked in she lost her balance again and fell to the floor, exacerbating the pain in her ankle. She groaned in silence, her eyes fixed on her sprained ankle.

Her boss observed how the cleaner fell right after he entered and grew irritated. As everyone knew, he couldn't stand incompetence or laziness.

"G-good morning, sir," Charlotte stuttered, avoiding his gaze in fear.

But the boss ignored her, muttering, "Where do they even employ these low-lived and clumsy people from?".

Her fists clenched in frustration, embarrassed by her first poor impression. She was escorted to the company clinic by some of her colleagues to seek treatment.

Two days later, Charlotte and a few cleaners arrived at the office early in the morning to start cleaning. The boss's bodyguards were also present, preparing for his arrival.

The atmosphere suddenly tensed as the boss's presence loomed in the office building. Everyone became alert and composed, though their nervous glances at each other gave away their anxiety as they lined up to greet the boss.

Charlotte was on the phone with her aunt, but she quickly ended the call when she noticed the tension in the air and joined the rest of her colleagues.

Suddenly, she started feeling intense stomach pains and a strong fragrance in the air, making her dizzy. She tried to hold in her discomfort as she faced down, gripping her stomach tightly, waiting for the boss to pass by.

"Come on, Charlotte. You already made a bad impression the first time," she mumbled to herself, avoiding her boss's gaze. However, the boss abruptly stopped, as if he heard a familiar voice.

"What did you say?" he asked, taking a few steps back and standing directly in front of her.

Charlotte couldn't bring herself to look at him, as the strong cologne he wore only made her stomach upset even more. She noticed that the question was directed at her, but she kept her eyes on the ground, fixed on her boss's shoe and felt fear grip her.

"No...nothing, sir—" she stuttered, feeling nauseous as she struggled to hold her breath.

Finally, she couldn't hold it in any longer and ended up throwing up on her boss.

A collective shock etched itself onto each and every person's face at the sight of vomit trickling down the front of the boss's impeccably tailored suit.

Charlotte could distinctly hear her colleagues' audible gasps ringing in her ears, while her boss's expression shifted from surprise to sheer horror as he realized what had transpired.

Panic seized Charlotte as the tension in the air escalated by the minute, her skin prickling at the chill of the breeze that swept past her. Her body was consumed by goosebumps as she grasped the gravity of her mistake, falling to her knees in pure terror.

"I...I beg of you, sir. Please forgive me. I'm so sorry," she stammered, her trembling hands clutching onto his shoes as she pleaded for mercy. She couldn't bear the thought of losing her job.

"You foolish, worthless Bitch!" Her boss bellowed in a fit of rage, his grip on her neck tightening. He loomed over her, his piercing gaze searing into her very soul.

"I will teach you a lesson," he growled.

Tears welled up in Charlotte's eyes as the grip around her neck made it increasingly difficult to breathe.

The onlookers stood frozen in shock, unsure of what her fate would be. None of them dared to step in when the boss was in such a state.

And in a fleeting moment, Charlotte opened her eyes and a torrent of tears cascaded down her cheeks as she murmured desperate pleas for mercy.

She was met with a piercing gaze from her boss, but in that instant, a wave of realization washed over her as she recognized the face of the man she had shared a passionate night with.

The daunting truth of her boss's identity sent a shiver down her spine, his threats melting into a distant echo and the shouts of her coworkers fading into background noise.

Distant and detached from her surroundings, Charlotte's mind raced as she was confronted with her boss's true identity, a revelation that had come upon her most unexpectedly.