"You're not hearing me, Jane."

Aaron groans, fidgeting with his wristwatch before leaning back in his leather chair, the material squeaking underneath his weight.

"I've never once underestimated you. I know you can do well for my company, and you have been doing extremely well. I absolutely didn't hire you just because of your beauty."

He explains, folding his veiny hands together on his desk, clearing his throat to stop her pacing.

"Just sit down, lovely. You're giving yourself grey hairs for nothing, and I want you to stay beautiful."