Richard was in his office, focused on his laptop, typing away as he reviewed some reports.
His jaw was clenched, his mind preoccupied with everything that had been happening lately.
He had barely slept the night before, and the frustration he felt toward April wasn’t making things any better.
A sudden knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.
“Come in,” he said, not looking up.
The door opened, and his personal assistant, Samantha, strutted into the office.
She was dressed in a tight-fitting dress, one that hugged her curves and had a neckline so low it barely left anything to the imagination.
She always made sure to push her chest up whenever she walked into Richard’s office, hoping to catch his attention.
“Good morning, sir,” she greeted in a soft, sultry voice, stepping closer
