Stopping his car at a villa out in the suburbs, Kyle saw Antonette waiting for him at the door. She was wearing a very short skirt and a low-cut top.

Kyle got out of the car with the paper in hand.

“Can you not dress like a whore?” Kyle frowned.

Antonette’s smile froze, and her face turned red. Kyle looked straight past her and walked into the villa.

They went up to the study, and Kyle put the papers down on the table.

“Here are the financial reports of the William Group for the last two quarters. Make a copy and bring it to Chapman.”

Antonette smiled. “Kyle, your man...