"I’m busy.” Herbert says bluntly, placing
his glass down before looking back to
his men, ”Apologies, where were we?”
There is a pause as Jeanette lingers in the doorway
for a moment, before slinking over and perching on
the arm of Herbert’s chair with but a glance and a
smug smirk of crimson painted lips to the waiting
businessmen. "I don’t care,” Jeanette quietly coos
with a childish sort of pout, "you never pay me
enough attention.“