At Janet's request, Charles stopped the car a short distance away from Black Rock Co. His obsidian eyes flickered with a hint of displeasure before his face returned to its usual indifference. Without a word, he let her out and drove off.
"Janet!"
She was walking quickly, head lowered, when a sharp, high-pitched voice called her name from behind. Janet turned around and saw Madeline, a former colleague from the design department, hurrying over.
As Madeline's gaze followed the departing tail of Charles's limited-edition sports car, a suspicious glint appeared in her eyes. A bad feeling rose in Janet's chest.
"Hey, was that... the boss's car you just got out of?" Madeline narrowed her eyes. Everyone in the company knew Charles's car—even if they'd never seen him in person, the car alone was a symbol of his status and power.
