Gina stumbled along, lost in thought, as he walked through the translucent floor-to-ceiling revolving glass doors into Pittman Group.
In the corner of the second floor of the company, there was a cream-colored desk with a cluttered desktop and a high pile of documents on it. Tightly pursing her lips, Gina just pulled out a chair and sat down, and immediately a woman who looked like a secretary walked over with high heels and toes.
The heels of her shoes hit the floor with a crisp sound as the secretary heaved another pile of papers in her hand down towards her desk, leaning over and propping her hands on the desk, her cleavage clearly and openly exposed.
"Enter it all into the computer, and don't leave work until you're done."
Looking straight at the huge number of documents in front o
