"You're late."
"And you are?" Patricia regarded the woman in a low cut... too low cut purple dress with glasses so thick the covered half her face.
"Scarlett Bae. The chairman's secretary." She replied with an outstretched arm.
Ignoring her hand Patricia's face distorted into one of utter disgust and disbelief. "He brought a secretary here? What the hell happened to the other one? You know the one with less of this." She pointed her finger and circled Scarlett's bosom.
"You're late." Jason voice said from behind her.
Patricia turned around to face him, adjusting the fur jacket hanging off her shoulder. She was in a black sequined flare dress that hugged her chest and opened up around her waist. Stopping at her upper thighs and strapped heels that tied all the way up her calves.
"And you brought your secretary? What is this a business negotiation?" She asked in disbelief.
