Suddenly, a door swung open. Mr. Chow waved at me enthusiastically and I walked over to him.
He shut the door once we were in his office and asked bluntly, "Queena, what's going on with you and that Austin Smith?"
"Nothing. A friend introduced him to me, and we've only met once," I answered truthfully.
Mr. Chow was a middle-aged man, close to forty years old. He was schooled in the ways of the world.
"Then why did he specifically ask for you to handle the negotiations for this project? He seems to be a high-up, so you should really give it your all!" Mr. Chow shot me a meaningful look.
"I can't just sell myself off to close a business, can I?"
Despite my young age, I was already a sales director. There were rumors everywhere that I had gotten it by sleeping my way up the ladder.
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