Just as Sofia left his office, another girl came in.
Emir was about to complain but thankfully this one wasn't any trouble.
Rather, she was usually the solution for most of it.
Lyra.
[Hey~, my favorite gigolo...]
Emir shook his head and let out a soft chuckle.
"You can't be saying that... It's not my fault I'm so popular."
"Humph!"
Acting like a spoilt schoolgirl, she 'pushed' his chair back and sat on his lap.
Her arms wrapped around his shoulders as she leaned in, her face close to his.
"Well..."
She seductively whispered in his ear, her voice taking on a teasing tone.
"I'm just here to make sure you remember who your real favorite is."
He raised an eyebrow, amused.
"Oh? So, now you're worried about the competition?"
"Not at all."
She feigned nonchalance, hiding the burning jealousy within.
