C37 You Hit Your Superior

Miron circled the desk with deliberate patience and positioned himself in front of me, his eyes narrowing as he fixated on my chest. I naturally have a curvaceous figure—not at all overweight—accentuated by the fitted business suit I was wearing, which probably explained Miron's unwavering gaze.

Annoyance simmered within me, and I had to resist the urge to slap him