Matthew’s POV:
“Mr. Greyson. Here is the document you requested.” My secretary placed the file on the desk.
Tilting her body, she decided to flash her cleavage. I didn’t even lift my eyes to take a glance. All I can smell is the overbearing perfume, making me wish I have anosmia. Without looking, I can tell she is strutting her hips to catch my attention. Similar to every female I’ve ever met.
Throwing the pen on the desk, I lean back in my chair, staring at the endless paperwork. My eyes caught a particular photo, and a smile crossed my lips. Grabbing the frame, I traced it with my thumb.
How astonishing would it be if several little munchkins were in this photo with us, perhaps a soccer team?
I placed it down in the corner of my desk, beside the disfigured peanut call, Mist
