Tugging at the corner of her lips, Titus Zane reminded him, "Director Foley, it is work hours now."
"Yes, I know."
Wesley Foley raised an eyebrow, leaned back lazily in his chair, and assumed a semi-reclined posture. One hand hung by the side of his executive chair while the other still fiddled with the folder. His long fingers tapped unconsciously—such a willful gesture, especially with his smirk that was slightly mischievous and flirtatious. All in all, his demeanor was rather nonchalant.
Titus Zane realized that men all act the same once they start being unserious!
Like Nathan Moore, and the man in front of her, who seemed gentle and refined on normal days but could also have such naughty moments.
She held the schedule with one hand and placed it in front of her, while the other curled up to lightly cough twice in front of her lips—a sign of her embarrassment.
