Give me a week. Mature sex “Dress you right and you’d make nice eye candy for clients to enjoy when they come through the door. “Please, Mr. When he tampered with accounts there was literally no digital signature of what had happened. You need you to come clean.”
Jennifer started to plead her innocence again, but John stopped her before she could get out the first three words. He liked the young ones with doe eyes who still cried themselves to sleep at night, ashamed of what they had become. Nothing! But I can’t let you anywhere near accounts either. “Correction. I mean, like you said, the money is all there. You have to believe me, Mr. She knew that she was innocent. Jennifer was smart enough that she might well have caught on had she been paying closer attention. I hear that they have a real taste for rich white meat.”
The crass sexual remarks on top of the obvious threat tore through Jennifer. Patience. You’d just go and fuck somebody else
