"Nothing, Goddess..." Shawn raised his two hands in mock surrender. "You can choose whoever you want to work with."
"If there is nothing else Dr Sullivan, I would like to take my leave now." Kathleen pretended as if she did not hear the way Shawn addressed her and sauntered off, without even sparing Shawn a glance.
Her perfectly curved hips swayed seductively in her fitted knee length pencil skirt suit.
At the same time, the temperature in the office immediately dropped several degrees and Dr Sullivan suddenly felt his office was no longer safe for human habitation.
"Please if you'll excuse me President Hudson, there is a patient I need to check on now."
Like Kathleen, he didn't wait for Shawn's response but outrightly scurried out of the office.
Shawn: "…."
He glared at the back of the fleeing doctor and for once couldn't use his power as a president to do anything to him. He shook his head and strolled out, closing the door as if he was the new owner of the office.
