Then Stussy put on that perfect smile again.
Swaying her hips, she walked toward the man seated at the bar.
"To think the famous Vice Admiral Randall would come to my establishment. What a surprise."
Stussy spoke with a coquettish laugh.
Her voice was like an oriole singing smoothly beneath the flowers, or jade pendants chiming together in the breeze.
Truly melodious, and utterly clear.
The staff who had been hiding behind the bar, unsure what to do, were dumbfounded.
Was this really the boss they knew?
The smile on their boss's face could practically be called fawning.
They were immensely relieved that they hadn't offended this young man.
Just then, Stussy gave them a meaningful look.
As though granted a pardon, they hurried out through the back.
Randall set down his glass and looked at Stussy.
Stussy's heart jolted.
What kind of eyes were those?
They were so aggressive, as though they concealed flames that could burn heaven and earth to ashes.
For a moment, Stussy actually lowered her gaze slightly, not daring to meet his eyes.
"Vice Admiral Randall, what brings you here?
Are you on a mission? Or simply looking for some pleasure?
If it's pleasure you're after, you've come to the right place."
Stussy spoke with a coquettish laugh.
But Randall said nothing. He simply stared into Stussy's eyes.
He had heard that putting a little pressure on someone before discussing business could make things go more smoothly.
Seeing how nervous Stussy looked, Randall figured it must be working.
Stussy had no idea that Randall was only doing this to put pressure on her.
She genuinely believed he had some other reason for coming.
Inside, Stussy screamed, If you've got something to say, then fucking say it!
*What the fuck is with you just staring at