FORTY NINE

Hazel sprinted to her office after showering, getting dressed and putting on makeup super fast after Kiev contacted her thirty minutes ago. Sweat the size of corn kernels was now dripping from her forehead, as if they were in a race to speed down Hazel's chin and end up in the smooth curve of her neck.

She had just run up the stairs to the fifth floor of her office. The elevator on the ground floor happened to be full, and she didn't think she had much time to wait until it didn't accommodate too many people. So that she gasped for breath because she had to climb that high fire stairs using her damn torturous seven-inch heels.

“Mr. Walter has been waiting inside?”

Hazel asked her secretary breathlessly and her chest was moving up and down so worriedly. If only Mrs. Eden was a man, she would probably be happier to see Hazel's gasping breath because then she could see Hazel's breast moving up and down sexy. But sadly Eden is not a man. She was a middle-aged wom