He adjusted his glasses, staring back at me. " Did she tell you how many cars? "

" Yes, she did. " I nodded my head. " She wants twenty. "

" Twenty, " he repeated, tapping his first finger on his desk. " Okay. Any other thing else? "

" No, I don't think so. " I shook.

" Would you mind if I show you around, Miss Agent? " He asked me.

" Sure, of course. " He smiled, those pink lips spouted in a seductive smirk.

We went out of his office and down to the manufacturing site. " I never thought it would be as people...