Chapter Nine
“Wait! You need an appointment!” Anna shouts at the tall, very beautiful blonde bursting through Morgan’s office door.
“Nonsense, Morgan will see me now. Right Morgan?” I can hear her say with a Russian accent. She abruptly enters my office.
“It’s okay Anna, it’s okay,” I say, giving Anna, my assistant, a head nod in approval. “Marina, it’s been a long time, what can I do for you?”
“What? That’s all I get? No invitation to sit down. All business I see.” I stand from my chair, intrigued.
“Sit, I will join you.” I gesture to the set of chairs in my office. Marina sits down in one of the comfy oversized leather chairs and waits for me to follow suit.
I finally walk over and slide into the adjacent chair, still able to maintain my professionalism in front of this always sexy
