At this moment there was a knock at the door. As always, without waiting for permission, a girl swam in.
"Mr. Wells, I hope I am not interfering," - her significant voice made Greg shudder, barely holding back the words that were about to burst out.
"How can I help, Miss Labe?" - Greg said in a hollow voice, putting on the mask of a businessman, and deliberately didn't invite her to sit down. Although when this woman ever needed a special invitation?
In confirmation of his thoughts, the girl walked over to the chair wagging her hips and slowly set down, with the expression as if she were filming an underwear advertisement. And she did it so slowly and with such a universal sadness on her face that it was possible to suspect her to have some kind of anal problems. Greg barely stopped laughing at the thought.
"Mr. Wells, I would like to talk to you," - she finally began, settling herself comfortably and showing off her legs in the process.
"It's sure is hemorrhoid! In every sense!" - Greg thought, gathering all his patients.
" Miss Laib, I am convinced that the situation at the presentation was just a misunderstanding and I am ready to turn a blind eye to it. Due to our long-standing and productive relations with your father and your good work, I would like to close this topic forever and never return to it." - Greg tried to wrap up the topic immediately. But when did Miss Leib give up so quickly?!
"Mr. Wells, Gregory, just listen to me," - she abruptly changed her tone, leaning forward, so that to his eyes immediately was showed a full view on her deep cleavage. Making the voice even sweeter, she continued, and Greg prepared to taste for himself how the person feel in the moment of the acquisition of diabetes.
"You are a brilliant man and a sharp businessman," - she clucked on, moving even closer to him. - "I'm sure that when the lust subsides a bit, you can appreciate the situation from the other side. We're very similar. Ambition, the desire to achieve and win, the ability to take advantage of the situation in your favor, the grip - in this I can understand and support you like no one else. Think for yourself, ordinary animal feelings come and go, and you can only get a reliable partner in life and business once. I am an understanding person and have long been spinning in this society. And Iknow when to turn a blind eye to some miscalculations in favor of future cooperation. Therefore, the invitation to the Charity Ball is still standing. You can even bring your ... girlfriend. I hope then everything will become crystal clear to you. I say this as a friend and because I care."
"Miss Leib," - Gregory spat when she finally took a breather in her speech. - " I am grateful to you for the advice and for the renewed invitation, although I have already received it through my sources. I do not like to repeat myself, so let's just end this conversation. And yes, I am sure that at the ball everything will be crystal clear." - He summed up, drawing a line for their conversation in a cold tone. Greg then turned around to his laptop, letting it be clear that the audience was over.
A wave of rage momentary appeared on the girl's face, but she quickly pulled herself together and with an unsincere smile began to rise slowly.
When the girl was already at the exit, Greg suddenly looked up from the screen.
"Miss Leib, one more thing. You must be aware of the accident that I recently got into, I'm worried about it getting into the press." - He said in a casual tone. The girl faltered and froze.
"Accident?" - She replied surprised, turning around.
" I thought it was YOUR responsibility to monitor everything that could affect the image of our corporation. Especially considering how closely you follow my personal image lately." - He raised an eyebrow with a hint in his tone.
" Oh! Right! Do not worry, I will make sure that your name is not mentioned in connection with this hit-and-run." - Angela hurriedly reassured him and rushed to leave the office.
Greg continued to drill the door with his eyes, even when the girl disappeared behind it.
As a press secretary, she should be aware that such an incident cannot be completely hidden, but she could hardly expect that the werewolves, who have the most significant experience in hiding their secrets would be the one concealing this case...