The next morning, Beatrice walked into Andrew's office, dressed in her work attire, professional on the outside, but her intention calculated. The top button of her blouse was left undone on purpose, not enough to look inappropriate, but enough to turn gazes, in the name of feeling uncomfortable because it felt so tight when she sat.
"Morning," she said with a smile, placing the file of the recent report from the PR team on the table.
Andrew closed the laptop, rubbing his temples with a tired sigh. It was good she didn't say good morning, because nothing about this morning felt good to him.
His gaze flickered down for a second before it quickly averted to her eyes.
"You shouldn't wear something that makes you so uncomfortable," he said, his brows pulling together.
