Chapter 10: The President of Zaborowski Prime

We all halted and stared at the gorgeous woman in business attire. A simple knee-length checkered pencil-cut skirt fit with a checkered coat which length approached her knees. Her blouse was a stretchable black shirt that she tucked inside her skirt.

Her long wavy blonde hair draped around her shoulders and at her sexy back. Her aura was in the middle of both sophisticated and tyrannical. Perfect enough to muzzle these barking dogs down.

Behind her was a young good looking man who I guess could be her subordinate. Bodyguard perhaps. Speaking of bodyguards, I saw Franco staring straight at me, the corner of his lips curling up forming an irking smirk.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen!" her voice was elegant, I, myself, couldn't help but gawk at her. "Mrs. Bailey, Mr. Bonifacio, please go back to your seats. We have to finish this discussion with closure!"

"Hrmm! Excuse me, Miss. This meeting is exclusively for the De La Frontera Group employees. I think you entered the wrong building!" Cain