MR. BILLIONAIRE, BEG ME
"Hi, Hanna. Nice skirt," I say. She's wearing a red pencil skirt, which contrasts well with her skin.
"Nice dress, hair, watch, shoes...did I forget something?" she jokes. We walk to my office, which will keep me busy with tons of tasks. Hanna's joke has made my morning less tense, and I'm grateful for that. I leave my burgundy leather bag on the table and fish out my BlackBerry.
-"Can we pass you my schedule?" I ask. I sit behind the table, and Hanna remains standing near the armchair, reading today's schedule on her Macbook.