She pushed her morning plate of rock melon and yoghurt aside, barely touched, the scraping noise of ceramic on stone shattering the silence permeating the kitchen. Glancing up, Michelle saw the barely suppressed flinch and fleeting shadow of irritation cross Hank’s face. She knew he hated that noise. HATED it. She didn’t care, enough was enough. Even when angry Michelle looked great and she knew it. She had made quite the impression at the company Christmas dinner some six months prior. All the “old boys” had been sure to let Hank know their thoughts on the subject, their tongues loosened by copious amounts of alcohol in celebration of another successful year for the firm. When she had arrived to meet him back then, her black cocktail dress had hugged her small frame tightly, highlighting the hours she spent at the gym and pool each week. At the start of the evening, they had tried not to stare at the cleavage peeking through her plunging neckline, or the black patterned stockings leading up to her fashionably short hem line.
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