Hoping that I read the situation right, I walk through the apartment, towards David’s study at 5:57pm dressed in a revealing, black lace chemise, and strappy black heels that I don’t think David has even seen me in yet.
This time, I knock on the study door.
Expecting to hear him call me in, it is surprising to me that it is silent for a few seconds, before the door unexpectedly swings open.
“Nora.” He says, smirking as he looks down at me, his eyes taking in my outfit. “Is this new?”
“Is that really what you want to talk about?” I ask, with a raised eyebrow, before slipping past him into the room. I hear him chuckle slightly, then close the door, and I look over the items that are on top of the desk. “Not sure the other Mob guys would appreciate some of these.” I comment, picking up th
