“Hey, Patty, meet my best friend Ailyn, she is my new personal assistant.” Oliver held Ailyn’s arm and dragged her to meet his manager.
“H-hello, Miss Patty.” Ailyn slightly bowed to the woman in her mid-thirties. “I hope you can hire me because I really need a job right now.”
The woman has black wavy hair up to her shoulders and tan skin. Her curves were perfectly in place compared to Ailyn, who was not blessed in her chest area. She is wearing a red halter dress, with four-inch red stilettoes – she looks like a ramp model, not an actor’s manager. She looked at her as if she was examining an object, instead of a person.
“Well… You’re Oliver’s best friend, so I presume that you know his taste. Please, take care of him because he is a pain in the neck.” Patty is smiling yet her eyes als
