The train arrived at the station, the doors opened, and the office hotshot Martin Davis, carrying a black briefcase, hurried into the carriage and found an empty seat, as if he were really in a rush, checking his watch repeatedly.
Just as the doors were about to close, the clicking sound of high heels echoed insistently.
Eight professional women entered the carriage one after another, some wearing suits, others in ladylike blazers, NYPD uniforms, or flight attendant attire.
Not only were their figures tall and slender, but their makeup was also exquisite and their work outfits were beautifully designed, fitting snugly and accentuating their curves.
Carolina in her light purple flight attendant uniform and Angela Lindvall in her NYPD uniform took the seats to the left and right of Martin.
Across from him, the domineering CEO Ambrosio, accompanied by her assistants Candice and Doutzen, took their places on another bench seat.
