JOE HART'S BUSINESS COMPLEX.
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The soft, gentle click of a woman's high heels echoed off the polished exquisite marble floors as the glass doors slid open.
She entered inside the office, 'Miss Mary' clearly written on a small plastic placard on her blouse, she moved with the kind of walk that didn't ask for attention but demanded it anyway. Tall with an hourglass shape, and dangerously poised. Her satin white blouse clung dangerously over her body, tucked perfectly into a pencil skirt that hugged her hips. Glossy chestnut curls framed her full, parted slightly as she stepped inside, clutching a slim flat file to her chest.
Her heels slowed as she approached the two men seated comfortably on the office sofa, both dressed in tailor cut black suits that looked like they'd been ordered straight from divine.
