Samson swallowed nervously and asked cautiously, "Maisy... you didn''t stop her, did you?"


    "Huh? Why not? You were the one who said I should turn away any strange women without appointments. She didn''t have one, and she asked for Mr. Jacobson by name, so I stopped her."


    Samson pped his forehead. "Oh my God. Are you serious? Why on earth would you stop her? Let her up. No-never mind, I''lle get her myself."


    Maisy stared in shock. "What''s going on, Samson? She really knows Mr. Jacobson?"


    "Knows him?" Samson was already rushing out of his office.


    "She''s Mrs. Jacobson!"


    He had barely taken a few steps toward the elevators when he collided with someone.


    The first thing he saw was a pair of polished ck leather shoes and tailored suit trousers.


    Damn it. He looked up and found Stephen standing right in front of him.


    "Mr. Jacobson," Samson stammered.


    Stephen narrowed his eyes, his gaze as sharp as ice. "Mrs. Jacobson? Who?"


    Samson answered instantly, "Ms. Yates."


    At that, the frost in Stephen''s eyes melted away. The tension in his shoulders eased.


    A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "She''s here?"


    Samson quickly ended the call.


    "Yes, Mr. Jacobson. She''s downstairs. The new receptionist didn''t recognize her


    and wouldn''t let her up without an appointment..."


    His voice trailed off. That receptionist was his cousin.


    Last time, she''d identally let in a clingy admirer of Stephen''s in.


    Stephen had been so angry that he nearly fired her on the spot. Samson had begged just to keep her job safe. It had taken favors and sincere


    pleading to calm things down.


    Samson had been close friends with Stephen since college. After finishing graduate studies abroad, he returned and applied to Jacobson Corporation through the prope channels. He had served loyally for years now.


    Was this really how it would end? All because of one careless mistake from his cousin?


    A cold dread crept into his chest. He could only hope the situation might still be salvaged.


    But no punishment followed. Instead, Stephen gave a small smile.


    "Mrs. Jacobson... I like that. Keep using it."


    Then, he turned toward the elevator, saying, "Come. Let''s bring her up."


    Samson froze for a second. So... he was not getting fired? Realizing what had just happened, he lit up and jogged to catch up.


    Downstairs, Maisy stared at Tessa, visibly conflicted. She was the CEO''s wife?


    She lowered her head, nervously twisting her fingers. "Um... I''m really sorry. I didn''t know you were Mrs. Jacobson. I thought..."


    Tessa frowned. "Mrs. Jacobson? I''m not."


    "Please don''t joke with me. My cousin just told me you''re the CEO''S wife. Mrs. Jacobson, I was blind and rude I didn''t know who I was talking to Please forgive me."


    "I already said that I am not Mrs. Jacobson," Tessa repeated, her brow still furrowed.


    Maisy thought she was just angry about the earlierment, the one about Stephen already having Marissa. She figured Tessa must be upset and denied it out of spite.


    That was it. She had crossed the wrong person-the CEO''s wife, no less. If she wanted Maisy gone, not even her cousin would be able to save her.


    At that moment, all she could think about was how unfair life seemed.