Sally glanced at them, summoning her courage as she took a seat, keeping just the right distance from Mr. Brandon—not too close, not too far.
Mr. Brandon's eyes glanced over Sally, saying nothing, before he looked at his assistant. The assistant immediately understood, nodded, and quietly exited the room.
Sally didn't miss the exchange of glances between them.
It was only after the assistant left that a wave of nervousness washed over her.
After all, she was sitting across from a man notorious for being a lecher.
Yet, despite this, she maintained a façade of calm.
At that moment, Mr. Brandon's gaze lingered on her, laden with unspoken implications.
Sally scoured her mind for an opening line, and after a moment's thought, decided to dive right in, “Mr. Brandon, this is about our comp
