I thought about it all night.
Out of everyone in the circle, Eric was the best catch.
Good–looking, held the highest position at Jacobson Group, and no scandals.
Basically my dad’s dream son–in–law.
The next day, I went to Eric’s office.
I told the front desk, “I’m Alice Jensen. Can you let Mr. Jacobson know I’m here?”
The assistant smiled. “Mr. Jacobson already told us you’d be coming.”
He tapped his card and opened a private elevator for me. “You can go up directly.”
I was stunned for a second, then nodded. “Thanks.”
Outside his office.
I heard a weak female voice from inside, “They… have been forcing me.”
My hand stopped just before knocking.
There was no response, so the girl continued, “I–I don’t like them. Can you… help me?”
Her voice was starting to break with tears.
I instinctively turned to leave, trying to be tactful–but when I turned around, I saw someone I hadn’t expected.
While I was debating whether to say hi, he greeted me gently, “Alice.”
I said, “Hey, Hugo.”
Inside the office, the girl broke down. “I don’t like them! I hate them. If you won’t help me, who will?”
I was stuck–leaving would be weird, but so was staying.
All I could think was, “Seriously? The CEO’s office has this bad soundproofing?”
Oh!
The door wasn’t fully closed.
A few seconds later, the girl came running out, sobbing.
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The moment she saw Hugo, her face turned pale.
Hugo kept that smile on his face as he took her by the wrist. He glanced at me. “Bye, Alice.”
I looked at the girl’s face–red–eyed and streaked with tears–then said, “Don’t bully her.”
Hugo’s smile faded.
He looked at me for a while, then dragged the girl away.
From inside the office, a man’s calm voice called out, “Ms. Jensen?”
I pushed the door open and walked in, trying to keep a straight face. “Hey, I didn’t interrupt anything, did I?”
Eric stopped flipping through the contract, giving me a half–smile. “Nope.”
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“Oh… You’re not into that girl from earlier, right?” I had to double–check.
“No.”
Great.
Eric’s not the mysterious man.
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I sat down across from him and said seriously, “Let’s spend some time getting to know each other first. I’ll talk to my parents about it, and once our families agree, we can get engaged. If everything still feels right after six months to a year, we’ll get married.”
Eric’s gaze softened, a subtle smile playing on his lips.
He said in a low voice, “Okay.”
I was startled by this voice.
It was like a glacier finally melting.
“I–I’ll get going then,” I said, standing up.
He picked up the desk phone. “I’ll have the driver take you home.”
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