The Most Beautiful Girl in School Asked Me to Prom

“Wait here.”

Charlotte looked confused.

I disappeared into my office.

When I returned, I carried a folder.

She frowned.

“What’s that?”

“A business proposal.”

She blinked.

“What?”

I handed it to her.

Slowly.

Carefully.

Inside were documents.

Employment papers.

Healthcare benefits.

Salary information.