Amara took a seat on the Nepean leather couch.
Across from her was a rosewood desk that spanned several meters long.
Chase perched back in his desk chair. Behind him was a glass bookcase that extended to the whole wall.
"Wow, what an opulent office!"
Amara couldn't help herself from glancing around.
When she smiled, her cheeks puffed out on her face, which was pumped with hyaluronic acid.
Her plump lips were crimson red like blood.
Chase glanced uncomfortably at Amara. He would be devastated.
He almost wanted to throw up at the pungent smell of Amara's perfume.
Chase looked grim. "Mrs. Haynes, is there anything I can help you with?"
"Oh, it's nothing! I just came to see you," Amara said with a flirty smile while staring at Chase intently.
Chase was really handsome.
It was like his angular features were carved by God.
