Melody Monroe's heart felt like it was about to leap out of her chest. 'Is the butterfly effect happening?'
'What should I do?'
'I absolutely cannot let Evan Fairchild find out! The fact that he's doing this now means he's still not sure.'
'Melody, you have to channel the original owner's charm! Don't chicken out! Just pretend you're acting! It's time to put your skills to the test!' she gave herself a silent pep talk.
First, she raised a hand to brush back her hair, resting it by her ear in a seductive, languid pose.
'Right, my eyes. My gaze has to be alluring!'
"President Fairchild, before we do this, shouldn't we talk first?"
"Talk about what?"
"What kind of arrangement is President Fairchild looking for?"
"You think that's what I have in mind for you?"
"What else?" Melody Monroe gathered her courage, walked over to Evan Fairchild, and sat down beside him. She placed her small, sweaty, nervous hands on his leg.
