In less than a month, I became part of their group where I often spent break time and lunch with them.
Amy was the secretary of the chairman of the media company. She was beautiful and had a good figure. Every time she had lunch, she always shared a large portion with me. She only ate a small portion. Later, we decided to share a meal together. Sometimes she treated me, sometimes I treated her.
One weekend, Amy fell ill and asked me to help find Allen Lincoln to sign an urgent document.
"You can go directly to his house and I'll give you the password to open the door. Mr. Lincoln often wears headphones and can't hear the doorbell. Thank you, Brie. I'll treat you tomorrow's dinner."
"It's okay, I'm free anyway. Take good care of yourself."
After printing the documents, I went out wearing a casual sportswear. I took the subway to the boss' villa, rang the doorbell twice but no one answered, so I pressed the password to open the door and went in.
In the bathroom, Allen was leaning in the bathtub with his shoulders bare, wearing headphones and closing his eyes to rest.
I quickly left the bathroom and called him out "Mr. Lincoln" twice at the door.