The next day, Meesha appeared at the Gray Group on time. When she arrived at the office, Secretary Ellen led her to the president's office and opened the door for her. Meesha Kyle entered the cabin and looked at the dashing figure that was sitting on his chair leisurely and looking at her with an attractive smile. Meesha Kyle’s heart filled with anger and she rushed to the table.
“This is not right. You are blackmailing me.”
Myron Gray smiled and walked to her with his elegant walk. He wrapped his long arm around her thin waist and held her tightly.
“It is not blackmailing. It is an opportunity to flirt with you.” He said in his low and deep voice then pecked on her lips. Meesha Kyle put her palms on his strong chest.
“I hate you.”
Myron Gray held her wrist and looked at her deeply.
