Savanna Moger opened Turstin Muller's office door, lay down on the comfortable leather sofa, used two books as a pillow, and closed her eyes, entering dreamland.
Monday morning at half-past eight, Turstin Muller arrived at work spiritedly, carrying his briefcase.
"Good morning, Mr. Muller!"
"Good morning, everyone!"
Passing by Savanna Moger's desk and seeing no sign of her, he couldn't help but furrow his brow slightly.
Turstin Muller walked into the office, put down his briefcase, and caught sight of someone on the sofa with a sidelong glance. He turned abruptly; it was the soundly sleeping Savanna Moger, a smile on her lips, seemingly having a good dream.
The waterfall-like long hair was scattered, adorned with a golden halo by the morning sun, her lips were moist like petals, and her skin was whiter than milk.
The buttons of her blouse had somehow come undone, revealing a pink lace-trimmed underwear, and a hint of softness that was about to spill out.
