It was just another ordinary morning for Adrian Vale. He stood inside his private elevator, dressed to perfection in a tailored suit that hugged him exactly the way he liked. His reflection in the mirrored walls looked sharp enough to cut. He always admired that.
A few floors down, the elevator stopped and one of the office girls stepped in. He had spent one night with her at a hotel, and ever since, she had been begging for even a second of his time. He could not remember her name. He never remembered names when he could remember legs or boobs instead.
She hovered beside him for barely two seconds before she lunged forward and pressed her mouth to his. Her lipstick smeared against him, desperate and clumsy. Adrian welcomed it without hesitation, dragging a hand down her waist and pulling her closer. She moaned into his mouth as he deepened the kiss.
It was predictable. Women in this building always reacted the same way once they were alone with him.
