Edmund stormed into the building, the smell of ink striking his against his nostrils made his brows pinch together as he approached the receptionist, who quickly adjusted her blouse, causing more cleavage to be in view upon seeing the handsome man approaching her. Edmund would have noticed how round and inviting her breasts looked if he hadn't been blinded by his anger.
"Good morning, sir," She purred, "How may I help you?"
Edmund's brows shot up as he eyed the lady who didn't fit into the setting. "Do you work here?"
"Irene, what do you think you are doing?" A man interrupted the lady before she could answer Edmund's question. Edmund watched as the man dragged the lady who was not properly dressed out of the counter.Â
