“It was nice talking with you, Mr. Roy. How about I invite you over for dinner tonight? Maybe we could discuss further,” she said softly, almost seductively. “I would love to, but my best friend is hosting his birthday party tonight. How about some other time?” I replied. “Oh, I can come to the party if you don’t mind,” she said. Why was she so eager to see me again? (Scoffs). I couldn’t blame her; I get the same desperate reactions from a lot of girls. “Alright, that’s fine. I’ll send you the address,” I said, and she nodded in satisfaction. “Thanks! See you in a few hours, I guess,” she teased, followed by a wink. Then she stood up, picked up her bag, and walked out of my office, her waist swaying with every step. Gosh! She’s so sexy. So fucking sexy. I could have her tonight. I would. “Buzz! Buzz!” My phone rang against the table. I frowned at the sight of my father’s lawyer's name. Why was he calling? “Hello,” I answered. “Good day, Mr. Roy Donald. Are you free?
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