Chapter 5

In a sleek black suit clung a woman with dead straight hair, tied low in a ponytail, her lips painted in bold red, teasingly full. She strode confidently across the dark, polished floor, each step emitting an elegant clanking sound as if her heels were flirting with the ground. She hugged a dark leather file against her chest, enhancing her feminine curves.

Outside the heavy wooden door, she paused, her hand lifted to knock three times before she trailed her long, slender fingers across the doorknob. The guards stole glances at the woman and found themselves blushing. As she twisted the doorknob and opened the door, she walked into the Chairman's office, down a few steps that led to an enormous table at the center of the room.

Behind the table sat a man with a face that seemed to defy age, irresistible to any woman who gazed upon him. The word "silver fox" was tailor-made for him. He wore a navy blue waistcoat over a black shirt with rolled-up sleeves that revealed bulgi