“Thank you, I had my fill,” I said, smiling as I patted my stomach. He smiled, giving me a kiss on my forehead. We were currently in the elevator, the secret passage straight to his office. It was decorated with vivid yellow steel frames, wide mirrors on each wall brightly winking at me. Without dissembling, many women loved mirrors and their reflection, so vain and I couldn’t agree more.
The inside was wide enough to accommodate eight people. Although it was his classified personal elevator, he definitely assured me that it was well-neatly maintained.
At first, I was disconcerted as to why he was leading me to an unfamiliar path when we got inside his premises. He just ignored my sentiment and dragged me from my current state, not that I complained, for I was also curious as to how he m
