Thelma waltzed into Darian's office with sluggish gaits. She donned a long red skirt that stopped after her knees, a shirt that fully covered her chest and there was a blazer hanging on her shoulders.
"Good morning, sir." She greeted, scoffing as she gaped at Darian who had his head buried in a file.
"Thelma, have your seat." He motioned to the chair before him. "Have you seen the proposal of Derrick's Firm?" He asked her.
"Yes, I have and I have gone through it too." She affirmed, trying as much as possible to avoid his gaze. He had been mean to her since the day he warned her about her revealing dresses.
She had tried to seduce him into sleeping with her like he used to do, but her efforts had been futile and she wondered what kind of woman his wife was that he chose to remain faithf
