The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 137

Rebecca looked effortlessly polished that morning. A tailored, understated suit hugged her figure in all the right places, blending professionalism with just the right touch of elegance.

Her makeup was flawless—never overdone, just enough to accentuate her striking features. Her dark hair was neatly swept back, revealing a smooth forehead and lending her an air of composed confidence.

Dylan couldn’t help but steal a second glance.

Rebecca was riding the elevator down with a group of other job applicants. Her gaze remained fixed ahead, her expression placid and unreadable. She was still replaying her interview in her mind, so absorbed that she didn’t even notice Dylan standing nearby.

It wasn’t until a chorus of excited squeals erupted behind her that she was snapped out of her thoughts. “Oh my God, did you see that guy? He was insanely handsome!”

“I’m pretty sure he was looking right at me. My face is burning. Someone catch me—I’m about to faint! Quick, someone help me...”

Rebecca blinked in surprise at their theatrics, then turned her head to see what the fuss was about, but the elevator doors had already closed. There was nothing to see now.

She couldn’t help but smile to herself. These girls had such vivid imaginations.

Yet their excitement persisted as they continued to gush about the mysterious man.

“Seriously, he looked so good it was almost hard to breathe. Do you think he’s the CEO?” one girl sighed dreamily, cupping her cheeks with both hands.

“He must be! I mean, that presence, that attitude—who else could it be? And those guys following him—they looked like bodyguards. Only Mr. Frost gets that kind of treatment,” another declared with absolute certainty.

“I hope so! If I could work for a boss that good-looking, I’d happily pull all-nighters every day,” a third chimed in, voice quivering with excitement.

“Please, let me get this job!” a shy girl whispered, pressing her palms together and closing her eyes in silent prayer. “If I could see him every day, it’d be worth it.”

It would be good for the company. Good for him, too.

With a soft chime, the elevator doors slid open on the top floor. Dylan strode straight to the executive suite, pushed through the heavy glass door, and settled into the chair behind the CEO’s desk. He barely glanced up as he began sorting through the mountain of paperwork awaiting him.

Time ticked by as he worked, Jonas’s words drifting further and further from his thoughts.

It wasn’t until the head of HR knocked and entered that Dylan finally looked up.

“Mr. Frost, these are the latest job applications we received today,” she said, handing him a folder.

Dylan accepted it and started leafing through the resumes, only half-interested.