Steve gestured to Ava to sit down, and she took one of the guests' chairs in front of him.
He cleared his throat and looked at her. She was also staring back at him.
Steve lowered his head and pretended to check the pile of files lying in front of him.
The situation became awkward.
He didn't know where to start. A minute ago, he was acting fiercely at the television, now it looked like they had cut off his tongue. He just didn't understand why he was short of words!
He had called her to his office, yet he couldn't bring himself to speak.
He muzzled his confidence to clear the awkwardness and act like the boss he truly was.
"Hmm... I believe you know the reason why you're here," he asked, finally breaking out of his shell.
He composed himself and tried to bring up a boss-like attitude.
"Of course, Mr. Steve. The reason was that we slept together," Ava boldly replied without losing eye contact with him.
