Jasmine was dressed to kill in a form fitting dress, stockings and heels. Her hair was elegantly up, as opposed to her usual down and looked more like she was clubbing as opposed to working in the office.
She appeared in the GM's doorway as he was packing up his desk and leaving for the day.
"Hi Jasmine," Scott said, "I'm just on my way out."
"I'm here to discuss the major account executive position that you just posted," Jasmine stated as she entered and pulled out a chair across from his desk.
"Not tonight, hon," he answered, "I've got to go meet my wife."
"Scott, settle down and look at me," she stated calmly but firm.
"Scott, this won't take long and needs to be handled now. Text your wife and tell her you'll be a little late." Jasmine instructed.
"But," Scott began to answer.
Jasmine interrupted, "No buts, trust me, women don't mind. We're appreciative when you think to text. Now do it."
Scott grabbed his phone and texted and sat behind his desk.
Jasmine didn't like that the desk blocked Scott's view of her, well specifically her legs, so she stood up and said, "Let's move over here; a more relaxing setting, and we're just talking."
She walked to a sitting area in the office with a chair, coffee table, and small sofa.