"President Harry, hello! I'm Emeuna, sales director of Herborist. It's such a pleasure to meet you!"
The busty young woman closed the office door casually while bowing respectfully toward Harry, her two snow-white massive weapons of cleavage swaying hypnotically enough to make Harry momentarily dizzy.
"Director Emeuna, hello. Please have a seat. What can I do for you?" Though his thoughts were vulgar, Harry maintained a calm facade - except for his eyes that kept involuntarily drifting toward Emeuna's ample bosom.
Those breasts were simply too tempting, especially with how she kept leaning forward slightly, her low-cut neckline revealing glimpses of soft, pillowy flesh that was all the more alluring for being half-concealed.
"President Harry, you see... President Max has already sold so many shoes. Could we possibly get our cosmetics listed too?"
Emeuna had watched with both envy and growing anxiety as President Max's shoe inventory sold five thousand pairs in mere minutes.
