The tapping sound of my heel hitting the carpeted floor of his office didn't help fix the awkward atmosphere.
My reflection in the sliding door of the cabinet told me I looked like a desperate ex-wife who'd failed attempting to be f****d hard in Valerian's office. There's no denying it; I was being a cat.
And speaking of Valerian, he's quite concerned about the show we just gave a few intolerable minutes ago. So unlikely of him.
He sits on a single-seater couch, leaning back, and clutching a throw pillow right above his crotch just to hide his excited "thing."
"Mr. Blackwood, are you sure you want to continue the interview?" A redhead young woman decided to break the silence as she crouched by the long couch, obviously sensing the pressure building from three towers.
Rachel's eyes wer
