The Contract

“Sir, Miss Anderson is here to see you.” His secretary informed him he was just hired two days ago. He had begun to join the office often. His grandfather was over the moon to find him there working. He had informed his secretary beforehand that Olivia was coming.

“Let her in.” He said over the phone, folding the paper and leaning against his desk. He was just done going through the contract papers.

She entered his office looking beautiful in jeans and a red shirt. Her hair was tied in a ponytail. She tied her hair a lot. As much as he was glad that her elegant neck was exposed, he wanted to see her hair down. He remembered how her long and gorgeous hair moved with her moves when she danced. He still could not believe she was the same person. She always dressed so modestly while she looked like such a seductress on the stage.

“Welcome, Miss Anderson.” He greeted her cheerfully. She nodded without any expression and took a seat.

‘Still in a sour mood, huh?’ He thought.

“Can we get