Chapter 7: The Secretary's Principles (1)_1

He slowly walked over, his slender fingers gently unzipping her dress.

The slightly cool corners of his lips gently pressed against the nape of her snow-white neck, gently rubbing. His warm breath softly spurted behind her ear, causing an unbearable itch in her heart.

The rustling of her clothes as they slid off revealed her flawless body. He nodded approvingly and slowly unhooked the metal clasp of her bra, speaking unhurriedly, "Alright then, let me start checking the goods now—"

Unexpectedly, she brushed his fingers away and buttoned her clothes back, "I thought you were planning to buy me after you were satisfied with the goods inspection, Robert. I don't deal on credit here!"

As she lifted her head, her originally indifferent eyes added a touch of sultry charm due to her slightly raised posture.

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At one in the afternoon, Emma entered the office. People around cast a glance at her and then continued working in silence.

Soon after settling into her office chair, a sharp, taunting voice exploded in her ear.

"Oh, isn't this our wise and resourceful Deputy Manager, Mrs. Smith?"

Before she could speak, the crisp sound of high heels approached. A pair of ten-centimeter stiletto heels and fair calves came into view. The woman stopped in front of her with a turn of her skirt.

Emma lay listlessly on her office desk, feeling languid from her hangover and a night of indulgence.

"I heard you managed to win over Mr. Johnson from PRAG Enterprise all by yourself last night. He personally delivered the contract this morning. You're truly something!"

From a superior position, the woman's sharp voice rang above Emma's head. Emma stopped her work and slowly looked up. A chiffon dress adorned with brightly colored small flowers, a bead necklace around her neck, exaggeratedly colorful large earrings, chestnut-colored hair arranged in a pear blossom hairstyle, all fashionable. Her face, decorated with meticulous makeup, was dazzlingly gorgeous. No wonder James Davis was attracted to her – even as a vase, she had to possess some capital.

However, her beautiful face showed a clear sense of schadenfreude.

After hearing her words, the other people in the office curiously turned their attention to Emma.

"Moreover, you didn't come in this morning—" The woman looked Emma up and down with an air of understanding, "It seems you really exhausted yourself discussing business last night!"

This was a blatant insinuation that Emma had used her body to seal the deal!

After all, everyone knew what kind of person the boss of PRAG Enterprise was.

Emma did not argue, she simply glanced lazily at her and continued to lie down, her voice still full of fatigue, "Mrs. Garcia is indeed very perceptive. You're so familiar with Mr. Johnson, it seems you've had plenty of contact with him."

Her indifferent voice seemed to have its credibility, instantly striking Mia Garcia's sensitive spot.

Within the sales department, it was well known that during the competition between Emma and Mia, if Mia hadn't slept with Market Director James Davis, how could she have secured her current position?