The silence inside that room was torture. When the warm wind shrieked through the window jamb, it made the temperature inside that office feel like hell. Once the huge guy sitting across the table looked at her with a sharp warning gaze, Ramona was almost convinced that she was talking with a devil. The fat, full-bearded, 'lumber-jack-looking' type of it.
"Madame, this is a picture of a butt."
"Yes, I know."
"A very supple... smooth..." The secret agent c****d his head to that right while looking at the picture. Then with the most silent tone, he popped, "... close up picture of a masculine butt."
"Exactly, sir. I know Anatomy." She sarcastically raised an eyebrow upon recognizing the amusement that flooded the man's face. Wasn't she serious-looking enough? Maybe. Thus, she pouted her
