" Mr Kingsman you have a Bianca wanting to come through " my assistant's voice came through the intercom on my phone. I scowled at it. The hell was she doing here. All I wanted to do was hit the button and tell Sandra to tell her to buzz off. But griiting my teeth and taking a depe breath , I told her to let her through.
Throwing my pen on the desk , I sat back and ran a hand down my face. Funny how before Ellianna , I could at least show a bit of patience towards Bianca. No I had none , her voice sounded like nails on a chal board or a fork on a plate to me. Her perfume too strong it was sickly. I could see how much make up she had caked on her face now.
The door opened and she walked in wearing a tight leather skirt , a white loose blouse tucked into it that dipped low on her cleavag
