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Kyle spoke angrily. Andro nodded and left to do as he was told to do. As soon as Andro left, a very Gorgeous woman wearing a very tight black dress which barely covered her butt walked in with her hips swaying. She has a perfect hour glass figure, with silky strands of hair falling over her shoulders. "Mr. Carter" she greeted him coyly and approached him. Her walk and the look in her eyes are seductive.

Even Kang Jin’s expression had softened slightly, though his eyes were still sharp. “Maison Laurent has built its legacy on creating pieces that make women feel powerful,” Kayla continued, her confidence growing with every word. “But the world is changing. Women don’t want to be perfect anymore—they want to be real. They want clothes that can take them from a board meeting to a birthday party to a volunteer shift without skipping a beat. They want elegance that grows with them, that adapts to their lives, that celebrates who they are at every stage.”

Perfect. When I reached my office, I pushed the door open, taking in the elegant yet functional space. A large desk sat near the window, offering a stunning view of the city skyline. A seating area with a coffee table and plush chairs occupied one side, giving the room a welcoming touch. Just as I was setting my bag down, a knock sounded on the door. A neatly dressed woman in her early forties stepped in, carrying a tablet in one hand and a warm but professional smile on her face.

She said with an air of finality. "Okay fine" I conceded, groaning right after. **** Thirty minutes later, we were off to her office. I seldom visited her place of work for reasons I couldn't even point out. But it looked much better than the last time I visited. The interior decor was superb. Tana ran a modelling agency, so her workers scurried around the place, taking pictures, doing make up and all the petty things associated with such occupation. The storey building was beginning to look small as business was booming.

CHAPTER 28 Cassandra stepped into her favorite boutique, a small yet elegant shop tucked away in the corner of the city. It was her go-to spot for finding something both chic and understated, the kind of outfit that allowed her to blend in while still feeling like herself. She quickly scanned the racks, pulling out a simple yet stylish navy dress that hugged her figure without being overly formal. The shop attendant recognized her instantly, offering a warm smile and showing her to the fitting room.

"Welcome to Radix Stores. It's nice to have you here, Signoro." "Where's the section for women's wear?" "Right this way, please." She took the lead, stepping on the escalator. We reached the second floor. The area with lots of glass showcases. The lady—Clara Mancini, according to her name tag—cast me a glance. "Which dress would you want? We've got gowns, coats, sw—" "T-shirts in extra large." She nodded and made a turn to the left. Racks spanned the room we entered. Left, right, center.

Tanya had to admit, the company was really big and luxurious. Everything in the company was screaming money. The employees who saw them bowed respectfully at them as they walked. When they entered the elevator, josh pressed the buttons, and the elevator moved all the way up. Getting out of the elevator, a woman dressed in a black office gown who tanya thought to be a desk receptionist politely and looked at tanya weirdly. “What? Is there something on my face?” Tanya asked.

“Of course, you’d go for something classic and subtly dangerous.” Before I could respond, familiar voices drifted toward us. Turning around, we spotted a group of women from work near a display of handbags. They were dressed impeccably, as always—tailored blazers, designer heels, and just the right amount of jewelry to scream power without trying too hard. One of them, Lillian, smiled when she saw us. “Well, look who we have here. Taking a break from the office, ladies?” Eugene grinned. “More like retail therapy.”

The connect with Butterflies had started on a bad note. Soon they were ushered into the meeting room. Walking inside the plush room which yelled luxury, sophistication, riches and good taste from all sides, the Leo Ad Agency team saw a stunning young woman with flowing dark brown hair wearing a dusty pink ruched sleeved co-ord formal suit, matching pink and gold butterfly brooch, and punishingly tall matching stilettos, sitting at the head of the huge table. How had she climbed the fourteen floors wearing those, Robert wondered, before extending his hand as greeting and introducing his team.

My dick was thrusting up at full mast. "That's right," said Mr. Charleston as the girls moved around him. Six on each side of them. A few blondes, some brunettes, an Asian chick, a Black girl, a Latina hottie, a redhead. They all had smoky eyes, nipples poking against their thing blouses. "The company has hired the recent graduate from St. Tatiana's, the nation's premier school for sluttery. They are all skilled whores, trained in the sexual arts and ready to pleasure you all. Show them, girls."