They really were in a meeting. Camilla noticed the projector in the center of the study, a mischievous glint flashing in her eyes.
"Honey, I'm starving," she said, walking over with her back to the others, her beautiful eyes curved into crescents as she gazed tenderly at Sinclair.
"Could you make me something to eat?
I want it made by your hands."
She had already made up her mind.
If Sinclair refused, she wouldn't let him into the bedroom tonight—let him go hungry for once.
But if he agreed, his subordinates would surely see him in a whole new light.
She was curious to see what he would choose.
The managers pretended to busy themselves, lowering their heads, but their ears were perked up, waiting to see how Sinclair would react.
"Alright,"
Sinclair replied, his lips curving slightly as he turned his gaze back to the screen and said calmly, "Meeting adjourned."
The executives: ?!!
They all looked up in astonishment, unable to hide their shock.
