Mike looked up as his soon to be former head of marketing walked into the office. Tricia smiled breezily at him and seated herself in the chair on the left, the way she always did. Her blouse was undone enough to show the bow at the center of her bra, a red spot in the middle of her white shirt and pale pink skin. Apparently, it was supposed to be enticing, or distracting.
Tricia should really do a better job with her research.
“Mikey! I’m glad you wanted to talk. I’ve got a plane to catch—I have a meeting with the CEO of BentBox to talk about a technological partnership early tomorrow morning—but I’m super glad we were able to make the schedules work.”
She’d painted her lips the same red as the bow on her bra. Her nails, too. Mike could appreciate her attention to detail, misapplied as
