“Hello, Mr. Emerson, I’m Genevieve. We spoke over the phone,” I said as I extended my hand to the older man.
“Genevieve, yes. It’s so nice to finally meet you,” his eyes raked over my figure unashamedly.
He was in his 50s, at least, with salt and pepper facial and head hair. The black suit he was wearing fit his body well and I could see he was in pretty decent shape. His skin was tan and his teeth were gleaming white as he smiled at me before shaking my hand and sitting in the chair I was standing next to. He was very good looking for his age so flirting with him wouldn’t be difficult to do.
“So, you’ll be conducting this meeting then,” He asked and I still hadn’t sat down yet as the pain was still too great. I almost shed a tear driving to work this morning so I didn’t even sit down i
