Immediately, Robert Thomson rushed out of the door.
=============I am a gorgeous divider==========
Emma Smith followed him to the thirty-eighth floor. This was a salon and club for leisure and entertainment. The closed floor-to-ceiling windows blocked the strong wind outside, but the light inside was still abundant. The place was not big, with only about ten tables, artistic sofas, and a few elegantly dressed men and women talking in low voices.
On the other side, Emma saw a leisure area with bowling, pool, and a card room.
As they walked further inside, a cacophony of noise and debauchery surrounded them.
Although it was only half past three in the afternoon, the dim yellow light in the private rooms still showed that this was an excellent place for men to relax.
Not to mention, in the room, there were two stunning beauties wearing low-cut short skirts, seducing everyone in sight.
"Hehe, Robert is indeed very punctual,"
Just as she was puzzled, a middle-aged man with a fat face stood up from between two delicate beauties beside him. Although his face was smiling, his eyes were roaming over the large expanse of whiteness exposed by her low-cut red dress.
"How could I refuse Mr. Wright's gracious invitation?" Robert Thomson's face had a hypocritical smile, but his eyes slid past the elegantly dressed women beside him. "Ah, this is my secretary Mrs. Smith, who came today to discuss business with me."
Perhaps at the beginning, Emma Smith was doubtful about Robert's intentions, but just now, upon hearing his words, she froze!
A chill crept up from the soles of her feet, straight to the eyebrows! She was utterly surprised - was this also part of her work as his secretary?
Not only did she have to attend to him, but she also had to help him deal with other men in the business world?
"Robert has a keen eye! The beauties around you get more and more gorgeous!" The middle-aged man's blatant stare greedily swept over her tightly wrapped plump breasts, her slender waist, her full buttocks, and her long, fair legs beneath her skirt.
At twenty-six, she already had the charm of a mature woman. Clad in bright, sultry attire, she perfectly mixed a sense of sophistication and purity. Matched with a fiery red dress and white skin, she was not only eye-catching but had an endurance and cleanliness that only a good wife could possess.
She shuddered all over, unable to imagine! Seeing those disgusting gazes reminded her of the terror she experienced the night before. Could Robert really be so dirty?
If he planned to give her away today, why would he have saved her last night?
If all of this was true, why did she need to belittle herself? To sell herself for a million?
——Huh? A strange feeling enveloped her thoughts, she glanced at Robert, who still wore that deceptive smile on his face. Paired with his understated attire, he seemed even more elusive.
Could it be that this was just part of a secretary's necessary duties — not that she necessarily had to offer her body?
Did he want to see how she would act, her tactics, and her abilities in such situations?
True, in business dealings, if she really had the ability to sign agreements without resorting to her body, everyone would be happy.
If she wasn't capable, today she would either fight back or be taken advantage of by Mr. Wright. Perhaps, before tomorrow, she would be kicked out by him?