“she could practically smell Jarrett’s perfume in the leather chair.”
Considering what a POS Jarrett is, I doubt that her chair smelled of perfume, unless they have a new fragrance: Eau De Outhouse!
Seriously, I was thinking nastier thoughts and edited myself to write perfume, ha. But you know damn well Hummer was measuring her ass to fit ValJar’s chair... Hillary would have been seizing up half the day and drunk the other half.