Chapter 76. Distractions & Confessions

Hayden looked at the clients in the conference window on his laptop. They were all in suits, all looking too serious for a Tuesday morning.

“Mr. Oakley, we reviewed the projected numbers you sent, and we are really impressed.”

"And as you can see, the projected 18% return on capital is conservative, given our existing infrastructure," Hayden stated, clicking through a slide.

The door to his study suddenly opened silently, and Myla slipped in. She was wearing only an oversized white button-down shirt that barely covered her thighs, and her eyes held a spark of pure, unadulterated mischief.

Hayden looked at her, a brow arched in a silent question, but she said nothing.

She stood in front of Hayden’s desk, ensuring that she was in full view, then let the shirt slide off one shoulder as she stretched, letting the soft fabric cling to her curves.

Hayden’s voice caught. “—uh…yeah, the projected returns… sorry, continue.”

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