A morning in June

A green taxi came speeding and stopped in front of the Johnson Group.

A moment later, a girl wearing black glasses and a black dress stepped out of the vehicle. She was carrying a black bag and held a dark red thermos in her hand.

In a hurry, she slammed the car door and ran quickly inside the office building of the Johnson Group.

"Claire! Wait a minute!"

Hearing a familiar voice coming from not far away, Claire immediately stopped and looked back. It was her best friend, Lia. Lia wore a royal blue dress today with light makeup on her face. Holding a luxurious bag in her hand, she walked over with a smile.

Claire looked at Lia and smiled, "Lia, why are you so early today?"

There was still an hour before the official working hours started, so she was a little surprised to see Lia there.

Lia ignored her words, glanced at the thermos in her hand, and then looked at her dirty dress. "Claire, can't we do something about your nun attire? Look at your dress! And what's the point of bringing all this stuff here? He doesn't deserve your love! Don't tell me that you have made him breakfast again."

Claire smiled happily. "You know me well! Yes, I made this myself, and I got up before five o'clock for this. George says he likes my cooking the most. He had been away for so long. I'm sure he must be craving it!"

"Huh! Claire, don't you know the identity of that person? He is worth hundreds of million dollars. Why will he eat anything you cook? If it were someone else, there might have been a little hope, but George certainly won't eat it."

"That's not true. When I cooked for him last time, he said it was particularly delicious. Please don't judge him so harshly. He is actually a very good man."

Listening to her words, Lia became angrier and said gloomily, "Claire, those are words, not a law. They hold little value. And what are you wearing? You are his fiancée. The women around him are way more beautiful than you. Claire, if you continue like this, he will definitely change his mind. He won't marry you. Do you understand?"

Claire smiled and said, "Ouch, that hurts! Don't say that, Lia. I just hope George likes it. I don't care about anything else." For her, as long as her fiancé George liked her and her dishes, she would be the happiest woman in the world.

Lia was speechless. She shook her head and said, "Forget it, forget it. You're sick."

Knowing that Lia was worried about her, Claire smiled and said, "Lia, let me tell you something. Before he went on a business trip this time, he said he would give me a huge surprise when he came back. I think he will definitely propose me today!"

As soon as she thought about marrying George, she became indescribably excited, and smiled widely.

Looking at Claire's happy face, Lia sighed. "Well, I hope he can really give you a good surprise this time. What if he dumps you..."

"Oh, he won't. Don't worry, he will definitely propose me." Claire smiled so hard that her eyes narrowed into a slit.

As they talked, they arrived in front of the elevator. Lia didn't want to cut her off, so she pressed the button of the elevator for her. "Go see your prince charming. If there is good news, remember to tell me first."

Claire walked in with a happy smile. Lia helped her friend press the 36th floor and then left. The two smiled and waved at each other.

The elevator door closed slowly. Looking at the constantly changing numbers, Claire became excited. Her fiancé, George, had been on a business trip for half a month. A few days ago, when she called him, he said that he had something good to tell her.

Thinking that he was going to propose to her soon, she was also a bit nervous. Should she pretend to refuse him or agree directly?

Claire was still thinking about response when the elevator stopped on the 36th floor. As soon as the elevator door opened, Claire stepped out with a thermos and went to George's office along the corridor. As the office hours had still not started, the whole corridor was quiet and empty.

When she was about to reach the door of the president's office, she found that it was slightly open, and a faint voice came out of it.

Claire shook her head in confusion. No one was supposed to be present here at this time, so what was that noise?

She pushed open the door of the president's office and quickly looked around. George was nowhere to be seen in the office! It seemed that she had heard it wrong.

But the next second, she heard a voice coming from George's lounge. Claire wanted to walk over quietly, but the closer she got, the more anxious she became.

It was a woman's voice!

"Don't... I... Ah... don't... Ah... George..."

What the hell was happening?!