“What's going on here?” a cold voice was heard, and Alice momentarily stiffened. She watched as the receptionist pushed up her breast and pulled her top lower, and that was if it could get any lower than it was.

“Good morning, Mr. Justin”, the receptionist greeted while hooking her hair behind her ear. To others, it was an act of seduction which any man couldn't resist, but to Alice, she looked like a hairless chicken. Meanwhile, Justin grunted to the receptionist's greeting in reply.

With every courage she mustered, Alice also turned around to greet him.

“Good morning, Mr. Sylvester”, Alice greeted, hoping she sounded very formal as she had...