Hellhound
Heels clicked on the ground, popping like gunshots. The ominous sound echoed down the hallways. Everyone paused what they were doing. They could barely function with her in sight. Cold eyes and dark hair, smooth skin and an elegant aura; they knew exactly who it was.
When she walked into a room, all eyes were on her. She reeked of money, pride, and charisma. With her gaze set on the goal, she strolled right into his office, folder in hand.
As William choked on his meal, Lina placed the contract onto his desk. Instead of even waiting for him, she uncapped the Yang Enterprise stamp and shoved it in his direction.
William stared at his stamp, his hands lying limp on the desk.
"Sign here, please." Lina snapped the fork out of his writing hand, then replaced it with the stamp.
William furiously chewed his food and swallowed. He narrowed his eyes. "You have the guts to come back here after bringing your hellhound to shoot up my office."