As soon as they walked in,
They attracted the attention of the majority in the office.
Thea Wood and her companions were the beautiful hosts of the late-night slot; men naturally admired them with salivating gazes, while women mostly held an air of disdain.
Tiffany Clifford couldn't stand their posturing and showy manners every morning. She glanced in Baron Lawrence's direction and sneered.
Tsk, another performance from the sly foxes now that the president is here.
She swept her eyes over the empty seat belonging to Enna Clark, feeling somewhat worried.
Strange, why hasn't Enna come to work yet today?
Baron Lawrence had been waiting for them to arrive. Once they did, his sharp eyes locked onto the group led by Thea Wood.
"Lord, it's them," Scott Harris reminded him quietly.
The finger that Baron Lawrence had been tapping on the table came to an abrupt halt – a storm was brewing.
