**Third person**
Valerie smiled and then picked up her phone.
“Good day, sir. Sorry to bother you; I wanted to ask if I could meet you later to discuss things about work.”
Then she hit the send button.
Matt shot Val a confused look. “That's it?”
“Yeah, this is how it'll start,” she smirked.
“What if he actually thinks that you want to discuss work with him?” Matt continued. “And then he gets mad when you don't bring up something about work or think that you're trying to...”
Val squeezed Matt's hand, shutting him up. “Adam wouldn't think that.”
At ‘The Happy Hour’, a lavish nightclub bathed in neon lights and pulsating music, Adam sat in the VIP lounge.
The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the buzz of excitement.
Girls with bare titties and thongs paraded th
