Matteo's face froze in awe as he watched her walk in. Wearing an orange and black long-sleeved vintage shirt which had a V-neck spaced between that stopped right at the middle, where her cleavage was, and a pair of fitted suede black pants and boot heels, she looked every bit the boss lady who had taken her time to get ready because of some special date.
The client probably noticed him ogling because he also turned to see who it was. Without a care in the world, she walked toward where they were seated, and like a remote controlled dummy, the man got to his feet and held out his hand like a noble man in regency days about to take a dance. She took it with a bright, confident smile that belied her usual demeanor, and as though he was never there with them, Matteo became left out while they introduced themselves.
"Good morning sir, how are you doing?" she said, clutching his firm grasp just as hard as she rounded into the table where Matteo was.
