Why stop, sir?

"Hey, new kid, what are you doing there? Where's the report I asked for?" said a woman to her subordinate.

"Well, Tsuri, I didn't dare to enter because both our bosses are currently in a—"

"I don't care, Gwen. The report must be done before lunchtime," the woman continued, walking away.

Gwen, the young woman mentioned, chased after her. "But inside, both our bosses are arguing. How can I go in and ask for the report?" she explained.

"Did you eavesdrop on their conversation? That's rude!"

Gwen made a cross sign with her hands. "I didn't eavesdrop; I just overheard it from outside."

"Anyway, the report must be on my desk before lunch, period," said her superior.

Gwen sighed heavily, confused about how to complete her task. With reluctant steps, she returned to the multinational company's office. After reaching the large office, she mustered the courage to knock on the door. However, the unexpected happened.

The door opened from the inside, someone pulled her in. "Here she is, Grandpa. She's a bit shy, so I forced her in."

Although surprised by the tall man's words next to her, Gwen was relieved that he explained the situation. "During the day, Mr. Jason Cartwright, I am Gwyneth Stewart, or commonly called Gwen, pleased to meet you," she greeted politely. "I came here to—"

"So, this is your chosen woman?"

Gwen's heart stopped for a moment upon hearing that, and she shifted her attention to the handsome man. "Chosen woman?" she muttered.

"Yes, Grandpa, she's my future wife."

"Future wife?" Gwen exclaimed loudly, even taking a step back. "I came here not for—"

"Beautiful, and she looks smart too. This time, you've chosen a life partner according to my expectations, Dom," the Grandpa proudly praised his beloved grandson. Gwen truly didn't understand the conversation between the two big bosses.

"Did you hear that, dear?" he said, smiling broadly at Gwen. "I didn't make a wrong choice with you."

Gwen furrowed her brow, puzzled by the situation. On the other hand, her heart fluttered after receiving a deadly smile from Dominic Cartwright.

"Since I've met your future wife, my business here is done. I'll head home now," Mr. Charles said, rising from his leadership chair. "You arrange the wedding date soon."

"Okay, Grandpa," Dom replied shortly.

"Take care of her, don't let her befriend those dubious guys," he told Gwen. She nodded in response, even though she didn't understand his meaning.

Mr. Charles had left, the door was closed, and now Gwen and Dominic were alone in the room. For some reason, the atmosphere changed as the long-haired handsome man walked towards his work chair.

"Hey, you, sit here. I want to talk," he ordered.

Dominic returned to his usual self, no more sweet smiles. What he showed Gwen now was his stern face. "Y-yes, sir."

"I haven't seen you before; are you a new employee here?"

"Y-yes, sir. I've only been working here for two weeks," Gwen replied hesitantly; his intimidating aura dominated.

"No wonder, there are a few things you don't know yet. One of them, employees are prohibited from entering my office when my Grandpa visits. You should've received a reprimand, but because you helped me, it's forgiven."

Gwen immediately looked sad; she didn't want to enter the room, but there was a task she had to do, so she barged in. "I'm really sorry, sir. I sincerely apologize."

"Forget about it; forget everything that happened in this room. Just pretend you never heard anything, no future wife or chosen woman. Understand?" Dom asked with a low tone.

"U-understood, sir," she replied.

"Good, now you can leave. Continue with your work!"

"Y-yes, sir. But before I leave, may I ask for the financial files from last month?" Gwen requested, not forgetting her duty. Dominic immediately provided what she needed. After that, Gwen quickly left the room.

She walked quickly towards Tsuri's desk, handing over the files. "You're amazing, Gwen. You dared to enter when those two big bosses were arguing," praised the woman, patting Gwen's shoulder. "What were they talking about? About our boss not liking women or something else."

"Not liking woman? What does that mean?"

"It's become common knowledge that Mr. Dominic, who is handsome, doesn't like women. The news spread widely, causing job contract cancellations. The only way to suppress the gossip was to marry him off to a woman," Tsuri explained at length.

"And then?"

"Unfortunately, until now, he hasn't found a suitable girl," added Tsuri. Gwen fell silent, trying to connect the information she obtained with the earlier events. "So, what were they talking about inside?"

"I don't know," she answered shortly. Gwen didn't want to talk about what happened earlier.

"How are you holding up? Where are the files I requested?"

Gwen handed over the files to her boss and quickly returned to her desk. She lowered her head while mumbling. "Forget about what happened earlier, Gwen. He doesn't like women. You're just an excuse for his grandfather."

The woman diverted her thoughts by returning to work, and Gwen immersed herself in all her tasks. Unnoticed, lunchtime arrived. Tsuri approached her, inviting her to have lunch, but Gwen declined. Somehow, she just wanted to be alone now.

After Tsuri left, the beautiful woman returned to her computer screen. But once again, someone disturbed her; Dominic suddenly approached. "To my office now, there's something I want to say."

After saying that, Dominic left just like that. Gwen struggled to forget the earlier incident, and now, the man came to her again, inviting her for a private conversation. "Should I go there or not?" she thought. "But this is a direct order from Mr. Boss."

"You haven't moved yet?" said the man. Apparently, Dominic was standing not far from her desk.

"S-sorry, sir," said Gwen, quickly stepping towards her boss.

"There's something I need to talk to you about; come with me!" he ordered. His baritone voice made Gwen not dare to refuse; she walked behind the long-haired man. But suddenly, Dominic stopped in his tracks.

"Why stop, sir?"

"We're changing locations; we won't talk in my office," he explained. Gwen furrowed her brow, confused by her boss's behavior.

"Where are we going to talk then?"