"I knew I wasn't wrong about you, Sean. You've got that hunger in your eyes," Kate Walsh said, her voice dropping into a low, conspiratorial purr as she adjusted her disheveled blouse. "Listen, I don't care who else you decide to mess around with in this office—the accountants, the cleaners, it's all the same to me. As long as you keep me satisfied, both upstairs and downstairs, we won't have any problems. You catch my drift, don't you, Mr. Barnes?"
I looked at her, and for a fleeting second, the mask of the professional secretary was gone, revealing the predatory social climber beneath. Despite her undeniable beauty and that curated, sexy exterior, I found her personality increasingly grating. She was a creature of pure opportunism, a shark navigating the corporate waters of Longroad Log
