The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 227

Emily didn’t stay long with the Thomsons before leaving again.

She had only come as Crystal’s guest, and the Thomsons hadn’t exactly rolled out the red carpet for her. No one invited her to spend the night. As she walked out the door, disappointment and frustration gnawed at her, but there wasn’t much she could do about it.

Rebecca, on the other hand, spent a peaceful night with the four kids at the Thomsons’ house. The little ones were in high spirits, delighted to be back in familiar surroundings and to play with their grandparents as much as they wanted.

But the next morning, Rebecca had to go to work—staying any longer wasn’t an option. She made up an excuse, slipped away, and asked the driver to drop the children off at preschool.

Rebecca had barely settled in at her desk when Director Porter stopped by with a message: the CEO wanted to see her.

Judging by the look on Director Porter’s face, Rebecca couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.

Her heart tightened as she stepped into the CEO’s office and saw Dylan’s cold, impassive face. Suddenly, she understood exactly why she’d had that bad feeling.

But had she really done something wrong?

Dylan sat behind his desk, eyes icy, staring her down as if he could see straight through her. After a moment, he slid a file across the desk.

“Take a look at this.”

Rebecca, confused, took the file and began reading through it carefully. Only when she spotted the red marks scattered across the contract did she realize she’d made some serious mistakes.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Thomson. I’ll fix it right away.” She closed the file and made to leave.

But Dylan’s voice stopped her in her tracks.

“Funny how you have time to obsess over pop stars but can’t seem to focus on your actual job. So much energy for your idols, but you don’t even notice when you mess up at work. What’s really going on with you lately?” His tone was laced with sarcasm.

Rebecca froze, caught off guard and unsure how to respond.

Dylan pressed on. “Don’t you think you owe me an explanation?”

As luck would have it, Fitch showed up again that day.

By lunchtime, the company cafeteria was buzzing with people. Rebecca grabbed her lunch and looked for a quiet spot, but before she could sit down, Fitch swaggered in like he owned the place.

Wearing his trademark confident grin, he made his way through the crowd, who greeted him with a chorus of laughter and even cleared a path for him.

He headed straight for Rebecca, picked up his own lunch, and had the nerve to plop down at her table without so much as a by-your-leave.

Rebecca shot him an exasperated look. “Fitch, you’re really getting in the way of my life.”

But Fitch just grinned, unfazed, his thick skin impervious to her irritation. “Come on, it’s just lunch together. No need to be so dramatic.”

Rebecca glared at him but knew it was pointless. She lowered her head and ate in silence, hoping he’d take the hint and leave.

No such luck. Fitch dug into his meal and, between bites, started prying into her personal life.