Designer heels hit the floor simultaneously with melodies clicks. The lady dressed in a very short but sleeved gown with her bag on her right hand strolled into the office as if she owned the place.

Claire overheard that Ashton had claimed a very famous company and she itched to she what it looked like. Taking a look at what was before her, she was a little impressed. Not what she was used to but still.

"Ashton's Fiancée," she said to the receptionist. A man in his mid-twenties sat up from his seat immediately.

"Please hold on, let me inform-"

"I said, I am your boss's Fiancée. I don't need...