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"Hmph!"
With a cold snort, Brody, his face livid, shredded the newspaper in his hands into pieces, crumpled it up, and hurled it against the luxury car's lavish television wall.
The paper ball bounced back, rolling to rest beside a pair of shiny leather shoes on the right side of the car.
The owner of the shoes, Hansford, smiled slightly, using the toe of his shoe to kick the paper ball towards the pale, beautiful female secretary on the opposite seat, signaling the bewildered woman to quickly pick it up and throw it away.
The secretary complied. She bent down, picking up the paper ball and scattered pieces on the soft carpet. Because of her posture, her full breasts nearly spilled out of her tight suit's neckline. Through the gap in her black lace bra, one could even glimpse the pink nipple.
