Greg finally ended up all his work and was now ready to strike again. Recently, it was becoming more challenging to break through his own secretary. He wouldn't be surprised to find antitank hedgehogs at his door tomorrow. But when he got up from the table, there was another knock on the door. Without waiting for an invitation, a girl slipped inside.
Greg tensed, he always felt uncomfortable in the presence of female and tried to focus on clothing, figure, and hair, to quickly determine who this guest might be. However, He didn't need to guess long. As soon as the woman spoke, all doubts disappeared. Only Miss Leib, the press secretary of the corporation, had such a strange voice. She spoke softly with a characteristic lip-smacking sound as if she tasted every word. Greg for some reason thought that she was always hungry, although her skinny figure could be this direct proof of the opposite.
"Mr. Wells, may I speak with you?" - she asked, coming close to the table, seductively rocking her hips.
"Of course, Miss Leib, but not for long. I'm in a hurry." - in stern voice stated Greg, returning to his place.
"I understand, Mr. Wells, you are very busy. But the matter is serious." - the girl elegantly sank into the guest chair and threw one slim leg over the other, so that the edge of her lace stockings peeked from under her short skirt.
" Please, get to the point," - Greg tried to hurry her, carefully ignoring the show that she was making just for him. Previously, maybe he would appreciate her efforts, but now it's was quite annoying. Well, on the other hand, if Lana had put on such stockings ... His throat became dry, and the eyes turned misty. He urgently needs to find where this part of the women's outfit was sold!
"Mr. Wells," - the girl said, drawing his attention away from the stockings, her voice grew an octave lower. Most likely, she noticed his reaction and took it at her own expense.
"Miss Leib, what do you need?" - A little sharper than it was necessary, Greg urged her.
" I wanted to let you know that bizarre rumors began to reach me. The image of our corporation is my direct duty. Therefore this situation very much concerned me."
"What kind of rumors?" - asked Greg, already beginning to suspect what this all about.
" They say that one of the directors, taking advantage of his position, arranged the work position here for his mistress. At the same time, without hiding at all, flirting with her during working hours." - Greg winced. If he heard that, about someone else from the staff, he would have to have a serious conversation with the suspect. But now it was about him, and this lady was very wrong if she thought he was such an easy victim.
"Miss Leib, the personal connections of my subordinates do not concern me. If you find it so necessary to bring to my attention the latest gossip, then you definitely have nothing to do." - Greg snapped, trying to make her understand that the conversation was over. But the girl was a tough nut to crack.
"Mr. Wells, I'm sorry. But I want to remind you that the image of our company is my first priority. And the fact that we hire employees with a dubious background, only by their personal ties with authority, does not make our corporation look good."
" What are you implying? " - Greg asked pointedly, seriously starting to get angry.
"I'm not hinting, I'm talking openly. If this information seeps into the media, the reputation of our company can be severely affected. This scenario is good only in movies. But hardly anyone would like that someone from the management team allowed himself to bring into the company a worker of a certain professional field. If you understand what I'm talking about ..."
Greg clenched his teeth. This witch completely lost her fear!
" Thanks for the info. Close the door, from the outside, please." - He growled, demonstratively turning the chair with his back to her. Inside, everything was boiling. Who the hell does she think she is? The desire to fire her now was almost unbearable. But Greg remembered correctly that she was the niece of General Leib, their significant partner and influential man in the defense industry. Greg has long learned that in the business feeling can only hinder. Cold calculation, just this could help remove the mess that he had made. He needed to consider everything seriously. Sadly, but stockings will have to wait. But not for long ...
Greg finally ended up all his work and was now ready to strike again. Recently, it was becoming more challenging to break through his own secretary. He wouldn't be surprised to find antitank hedgehogs at his door tomorrow. But when he got up from the table, there was another knock on the door. Without waiting for an invitation, a girl slipped inside.
Greg tensed, he always felt uncomfortable in the presence of female and tried to focus on clothing, figure, and hair, to quickly determine who this guest might be. However, He didn't need to guess long. As soon as the woman spoke, all doubts disappeared. Only Miss Leib, the press secretary of the corporation, had such a strange voice. She spoke softly with a characteristic lip-smacking sound as if she tasted every word. Greg for some reason thought that she was always hungry, although her skinny figure could be this direct proof of the opposite.
"Mr. Wells, may I speak with you?" - she asked, coming close to the table, seductively rocking her hips.
"Of course, Miss Leib, but not for long. I'm in a hurry." - in stern voice stated Greg, returning to his place.
"I understand, Mr. Wells, you are very busy. But the matter is serious." - the girl elegantly sank into the guest chair and threw one slim leg over the other, so that the edge of her lace stockings peeked from under her short skirt.
" Please, get to the point," - Greg tried to hurry her, carefully ignoring the show that she was making just for him. Previously, maybe he would appreciate her efforts, but now it's was quite annoying. Well, on the other hand, if Lana had put on such stockings ... His throat became dry, and the eyes turned misty. He urgently needs to find where this part of the women's outfit was sold!
"Mr. Wells," - the girl said, drawing his attention away from the stockings, her voice grew an octave lower. Most likely, she noticed his reaction and took it at her own expense.
"Miss Leib, what do you need?" - A little sharper than it was necessary, Greg urged her.
" I wanted to let you know that bizarre rumors began to reach me. The image of our corporation is my direct duty. Therefore this situation very much concerned me."
"What kind of rumors?" - asked Greg, already beginning to suspect what this all about.
" They say that one of the directors, taking advantage of his position, arranged the work position here for his mistress. At the same time, without hiding at all, flirting with her during working hours." - Greg winced. If he heard that, about someone else from the staff, he would have to have a serious conversation with the suspect. But now it was about him, and this lady was very wrong if she thought he was such an easy victim.
"Miss Leib, the personal connections of my subordinates do not concern me. If you find it so necessary to bring to my attention the latest gossip, then you definitely have nothing to do." - Greg snapped, trying to make her understand that the conversation was over. But the girl was a tough nut to crack.
"Mr. Wells, I'm sorry. But I want to remind you that the image of our company is my first priority. And the fact that we hire employees with a dubious background, only by their personal ties with authority, does not make our corporation look good."
" What are you implying? " - Greg asked pointedly, seriously starting to get angry.
"I'm not hinting, I'm talking openly. If this information seeps into the media, the reputation of our company can be severely affected. This scenario is good only in movies. But hardly anyone would like that someone from the management team allowed himself to bring into the company a worker of a certain professional field. If you understand what I'm talking about ..."
Greg clenched his teeth. This witch completely lost her fear!
" Thanks for the info. Close the door, from the outside, please." - He growled, demonstratively turning the chair with his back to her. Inside, everything was boiling. Who the hell does she think she is? The desire to fire her now was almost unbearable. But Greg remembered correctly that she was the niece of General Leib, their significant partner and influential man in the defense industry. Greg has long learned that in the business feeling can only hinder. Cold calculation, just this could help remove the mess that he had made. He needed to consider everything seriously. Sadly, but stockings will have to wait. But not for long ...
