âDude, you know youâre going to get into trouble for violating the dress code, right?â
I grinned at my friend. âRelax Mandy. Old Mr. Gerald isnât going to say a word. Iâve seen the way heâs been looking at me. I decided to give him something to look at.â
We walked into the conference room and sat down. I lay my notebook on the table, ready to take notes. Mandy glanced over at me.
âWhat do you think he wants to talk about?â
I shrugged. âI donât know.â I grinned at her. âI figured youâd know. Youâre his main secretary. Not me.â