City of Lwazi, Welsh Corporation
Katarina sat down on the sofa as she sighed. She crossed her legs and ordered her fiance's secretary to get her a glass of cold champagne. And of course, the secretary would do whatever she would ask.
"What's wrong, dear?" Jason asked as he reviewed the stuff that he needed before the meeting.
"Well, that man is harder than I thought." She mumbled.
"What do you mean?" Jason asked.
"I gave him two point six million. I think it isn't enough. But, we succeed in making her life miserable at the moment." She laughed in a very evil way. Jason stood from his seat and approached her. He bent down and kissed her head.
"You are a genius, darling." Jason praised her with a smirk.
"I know."