Dressed in a white suit that made him look every bit the Prince Charming, Hansen Ruiz leaned back in his black swivel chair, feet propped carelessly on the desk. Such unbecoming behavior would surely damage his image if anyone outside were to witness it. No one would ever expect the usually gentle and composed Assistant Ruiz to have such a reckless, uninhibited side.
A folder was slapped forcefully onto his impudent feet.
Glades Horne, clad entirely in black, glared at him. "Come on," he said irritably. "At least try to maintain some decorum in front of your boss. What do you think Camila would say if she saw you like this? Would it tarnish her image of her godlike father?"
Hansen's movements were lightning-fast as he took his feet off the desk and sat up straight, his posture the very picture of propriety, though his smile stretched wide across his face. "You better not tell Camila, alright? My little princess adores her doting dad. Let's not corrupt the child."
