"I can live in this place," Rick sat comfortably behind a massive desk in his newly established office, his boots were lazily kicked up onto the expensive wood.
The office was incredibly spacious, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the entire city. And the best thing, it was directly across the hallway from the Chairwoman's suite.
Rick casually swirled a glass of vintage amber whisky in his hand, as he looked at the terrified executives rushing past his glass doors, fully aware that a single word from him could shatter their entire careers.
Suddenly, the heavy oak doors of his office swung open, shattering the quiet atmosphere of the room.
Victoria stepped into the office, flanked by two massive, highly trained bodyguards, as her cold, mature aura instantly filled the room.
She was perfectly styled in a tight, black pencil skirt that hugged her wide hips, and a white silk blouse that struggled to contain her heavy, mature breasts.
