Fang Jinghai was in his office with a newly hired, voluptuous and sensual secretary sitting on his lap.
"Mr. Fang, is it appropriate for you to have me accompany you to tomorrow night's banquet?" The secretary gently placed her hands on Fang Jinghai's neck, her body closely pressed against his.
Fang Jinghai ogled the secretary's body with a sleazy expression, and his hands on her were far from disciplined.
"There's nothing inappropriate about it."
"But I don't have a dress suitable for the banquet. If I dress too shabbily, I'm afraid I'll embarrass you, Mr. Fang." The secretary cooed softly in Fang Jinghai's ear.
"That's an easy fix. Take my card and buy yourself a dress you like, and anything else you fancy." Fang Jinghai fished a card from his wallet and handed it to the secretary.
The secretary accepted the card with a sweet smile. "Thank you, Mr. Fang."
