Squinting my eyes at her, I opened the door wider and let her walk in. 

She walked towards Hames, swaying her hips. If it made any sense, she was swaying her hips excessively and I didn't like that. 

I shut the door then sauntered to stand in front of Hames, folding my arms across my chest. After casting a glare at the woman who was now beside me, "may I know what sort of business you have with her?" I asked.

"I don't think it's any of your business, Imogen." He replied crankily. 

My face contorted pretty bad. "It's my business because I'm your wife, and secondly your secretary."

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