Chapter 2 Hot encounter with the boss

Stella began unpacking boxes and spreading clothes across the living room as a torrent of helpful advice poured into Erin's direction. She could barely follow or understand all of the great advice but the clothes were absolutely horrible compared to what she thought. Most of them seem to have belonged to a prostitute for the last time.

"I'm not wearing this," she said, pointing to a pale pink shirt, which revealed more cleavage than it concealed. “You just can't be serious. And the colors are terrible! I hate pink!

"You know what, girl," Stella interjected. "Loose clothes will never make you a guy. This one will."

"Most likely, he'll just ask for my price," Erin muttered to himself.

"Well, why don't you start getting dressed and we'll see what looks best on you," suggests Stella. Instead, shoot yourself. No torture can beat that. She was almost nude in a mini skirt, high heels and tight top. She wondered how she would move without exposing too much skin. It was one of the outfits that Stella finally chose for herself.

"Awesome", Stella beamed behind her. “Simply amazing. And this pink color perfectly matches your fair skin tone. But I think you need to brag about that a little more. "

" I think he needs a shawl. One big. "

" Never! Stella continued. “It's just perfect for attracting male attention. Remember to bend down from the waist, not at the knees. This way you will show both the slot and the pins. "

" Why don't I take off my clothes completely? It could get even more attention. "

Stella just sighed.

" Sorry," Erin said. I am so glad you helped me. There are many new things to learn. For example, how would I walk in these heels? ”

” Training, of course,” Stella said slowly as if trying to educate a difficult child in the art of math. Well, that seems a lot harder than math, Erin thought.

"Now try to get through this floor," Stella suggested. Erin tripped on the floor, leaning forward as she tried to adjust to her high heels.

"No, that's not it. Try to stay straight and keep your shoulders back. Show off those boobs, okay? "

" Nothing to show off", Erin admitted with a smile. She was never the most talented in that particular area.

" Well, if you keep your posture straight, they will look bigger. ever," explained Stella.

" No, that's the accompaniment, "Erin laughs." You've put so much padding in there that any guy I pick will be disappointed to find out that it's mostly wrong. "

" Don't be stupid. Now try not to bend your knees too much. You have to feel more comfortable wearing those heels before you can convince anyone. "

" These are not high heels. They are tools of torture,” Erin mutters.

Why did she accept this quest, Erin wondered for the first time as she stuttered on a healing muddy road too high to be comfortable. The wind blew quickly, brushing through her newly dyed locks and making her shiver in her flimsy city clothes. She stared at the door before it slowly closed behind her. But first she had to walk through an area better designed for hiking boots than stilettos.

How a business can be in the middle of nowhere, ten kilometers from the nearest store, and still be a profitable business in today's market is beyond his comprehension. Cursed Warren for taking advantage of his longstanding favor and giving him this monstrous mission. He even decided to tempt her with the promotion she had been wanting for so long.

"Acting silly and charming," he said with his wide grin. She couldn't decide which of the two was more difficult to accomplish. He may also have asked her to stop breathing. On top of that, he dares to define sexy as "of course having big breasts and a wide neckline". As if she didn't. Well, right now she does, thanks to modern intervention in the apparel industry, and she literally freezes her nipples because of it.

Thank you, Warren, she thought wryly. That was the last time she accepted a job before she had all the details in advance. It's one thing to spot those scams that would just be a welcome change to his usual boring work schedule. But the means she had to use to catch these guys was something she hadn't fully grasped before finding herself here.

Thank God for the wonderful bra and extra padding, she thought. Paired with a cardigan that had the deepest cleavage Stella could provide, she was practically naked up to her navel and already frozen. Damn Warren and Stella for giving this blanket away. She will certainly remember to thank both of them when she has a lung fever or worse, and she will happily share her illness with both of them. Hopefully it will teach them how to come up with a better plan next time.

However, her cup size has doubled. It will help improve his courage if courage is the right word for it. The size of the cup would probably make it difficult for her to pass through large doors, she thought wryly. Now all that remains is the silly part.

Asking the best analyst to start messing around is the least that can be done. Hasn't she spent the past five years doing the opposite and earning the bare minimum of respect from her male colleagues? And she succeeded. Today, her colleagues respect her opinion and listen to her instead of shaking her head every time she opens her mouth. She hoped none of them knew about the mission and what she did to reveal the scam.

Okay, okay, more time to appeal. She will go after Warren and Stella as soon as she returns to the civilized world. Right now she has a part to play. This means she's better practiced her smile and happy thinking spell, and remember that getting drunk to act stupid is better than a bad idea.

Also, does she have to remember to put her shoulders back, hips forward, or vice versa? Stella has been nagging for almost two days now, but the amount of information is just too much after a lifetime of dressing comfortably instead of showing off. And what did Stella have to say about waxing her legs again? What about concealer before or after foundation? Chapter

: Splashing! She looked down at her feet in shock in the middle of a large puddle. The water was of course cold and cloudy and had soaked into her pump before she could move out of the disaster area. Great ! That's the only thing missing. Better soon, better today, thought Erin thoughtfully. Damn, she must be freezing to death. Now she had a good reason to take off those ridiculous shoes. When she entered the building and went to the office, she couldn't see anyone around. Muddy water gradually moves from the shoes to the carpet. She lowered her head when she noticed the muddy footprints she had left behind. It's always fun to start a new job and it's sure to leave an impression, she laughs before heading straight up a mountain. Such a warm mountain. Sorry.

"Sorry," she said and stumbled before regaining her balance. Always suspicious, maybe she looks as stupid as she feels.

The mountain looked at the footprints behind her and her expression changed to a frown that completely ruined the chiseled beautiful face and made it very, very scary.

"Who are you?" he asked gruffly. The voice clearly belonged to the owner of the rug, a man who seemed more at home in the desert she had just passed than in a polished office, at least judging by her tanned skin. he. Isn't Armani's chic suit that seems to him natural skin? However, these muscles certainly cannot be obtained by mixing papers together. It's most likely his new boss and prime suspect. Nice guy, she thought to herself. Big, brutal, and already held a grudge against her. It is just wonderful. She definitely made an impression, yes. She is looking forward to completing this mission and returning to the civilized world. He was staring at her as if he was trying to turn her into a righteous submissive with his sheer will of arrogance. Well, she had faced enough men in her day, so this one wouldn't scare her off so easily.