Stellan Sutton glanced back at her without saying anything, then led Eve Sherman in with them.
Just as Eve expected, upon entering the private room, there stood a neat row of young women in black miniskirts and stockings, either voluptuous or tall, each one breathtakingly beautiful.
"Come, come, President Sutton, have a seat of honor."
The other party, smiling cheerfully, invited Stellan to the seat of honor. As soon as he sat down, two women approached him, sitting on either side, attentively ready to take out disinfectant wipes to clean his fingers.
Stellan reached out and took the hot towel from their hands, wiping his hands himself.
Then he turned and said to a charming woman beside him, "Please move; this is my assistant's seat."
She pouted playfully, "President Sutton, why are you making me move? Am I not to your satisfaction?"
Stellan showed no expression and turned to another, saying, "You can leave too. I don't like the scent of your perfume."
