Chapter 412
Charlotte turned to Petra. “Wait here for me. I won’t be long.”
Petra finally responded with a quiet, “Okay.”
Sean led Charlotte to the private executive elevator and pressed the button for the top floor–28th.
Inside the elevator, it was just the two of them.
In the small, enclosed space, it was so quiet that even their breathing could be heard clearly.
Sean stood close to her, so close that Charlotte could pick up the subtle scent of his cologne–something woody and cool, just like him.
The distance was far too close..
So close their clothes were nearly touching.
Charlotte subtly shifted a step to the side, putting space between them.
Sean lowered his gaze. Her tiny movement didn’t escape his notice
He arched a brow, then leaned down, his lips near her ear as he whispered with a teasing lilt, “Afraid I might bite?”
His voice was low and magnetic, laced with amusement.
Charlotte’s ears turned a faint shade of red. She pressed her lips together and said nothing.
Sean’s smile deepened, clearly in a good mood.
The elevator opened directly into the top–floor CEO office.
Charlotte followed him out.
The entire 28th floor belonged to Sean.
The first thing she noticed was the striking contrast of silver and charcoal tones, casting a cool, restrained atmosphere–like the stillness of winter before dawn. The palette stretched across every inch of the space, subtle and cold.
The matte dark marble walls were accented with a few carefully selected modern artworks–clean lines and muted colors that perfectly matched the room’s quiet, powerful aesthetic.
It was minimalist and refined, echoing the personality of its owner
In the center of the office was a large silver–grey partition that divided the space in two.
The outer area was a lounge with sofas and a coffee table.
The inner section was the workspace.
The furniture–deep black couches and matching tables–blended seamlessly with the room’s overall palette.
Charlotte glanced around. “Should I wait over by the couch?”
“Come with me,” Sean said in his usual calm voice.
She followed him past the partition. In the far corner, she noticed a door.
Sean walked over and opened it.
The room was large–easily over a thousand square feet–and looked more like a high–end bedroom than anything else.
There was a king–sized bed, a massive flat–screen TV mounted on the opposite wall, a full wardrobe, vanity mirror, couch,
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dining table, and even a private bathroom and shower.
The decor was consistent with the rest of the office–sleek, silver–grey and charcoal tones, cool and understated.
“This is my private lounge,” Sean explained. “You can go through the case files here. The documents are out on my desk. I’ll grab them.”
Chatte nodded. “Alright.”
She walked over and sat down on the couch..
Sean brought in two large storage boxes and set them down on the table in front of her. “All the evidence and materials for the two cases are here.”
Charlotte looked at the boxes, then checked her watch. It was already 7 p.m.
She frowned slightly. “That’s a lot. I don’t think I’ll get through it all tonight. It’s already late. I’ll take a look tomorrow instead.”
“I’ll have someone deliver the files to your firm in the morning?”
Charlotte nodded. “That works. I’ll head out now, then.”
“Wait a second,” Sean said. “Don’t leave yet. I have something for you.”
Charlotte looked up. “What is it?”
