Douglas Kay commanded a corner office on the top level of the Paragon office building.
The place looked more like a showroom out of an IKEA catalogue than a place where actual work got done.
The huge oak wood desk was clean and free of paperwork.
Douglas ordered his long-legged secretary to serve coffee.
His wrinkle-free face was slightly bloated, a consequence of the latest Botox injection.
When he wasn’t smiling, he looked like a wax figure.
When he did smile, he looked like an old woman.
Darya sipped her coffee and waited for him to come to the point.
Finally, Douglas concluded the pleasantries and stopped beating around the bush. ‘As I’m sure you are aware, there have been…rumours surrounding your appointment as Paragon’s vice president. I saw your resume. It
