Melissa's assistant looked at her worridly, but Melissa smiled to assure him.
Soon they reached a private bar, and once inside, they were immediately led to an elegant, pre-booked room, where a pot-bellied middle-aged man sat waiting at the table. Chairman Ricky from Lincoln Corporation
"Ah, Susan! You're here," he exclaimed, then Susan greeted him with a cheek kiss, which sent a wave of discomfort through Melissa. Yet, politeness prevailed as she approached him.
"Hello."
Ricky looked in Melissa's face, his eyes visibly lot up with unconcealed lechery, which was very disgusting, a glimmer of something unpleasant in his gaze. His smile was far too wide, revealing not just his teeth but an insidious desire.
"This must be Vice President Melissa, right? You're even more gorgeous than the rumors say." His flattery felt heavy in the air, but Melissa remained composed.
"Am flattered." She replied.