A Dance Invitation
Before Julian could react...
She playfully gave him a light slap on the butt.
The crisp sound echoed through the quiet office.
Julian froze.
His eyes widened.
His entire body stiffened.
Inside his head...
Only one thought remained.
[Oh my god.]
[Is this female hooligan at it again?]
The spacious president's office fell into a strange silence.
Warm sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting golden reflections across the polished wooden floor. The city skyline stretched beyond the glass, yet neither of them paid it any attention.
Julian remained frozen where he stood, still trying to process what had just happened.
Bianca, meanwhile, folded her arms with an innocent expression, as though she hadn't done anything unusual.
The corners of her lips twitched upward.
She was clearly enjoying herself.
After watching his stunned expression for another second, she finally couldn't hold back anymore.
