Chapter 37
Jenny's information was based purely on hearsay. Regardless of whether she was present at the time or not, even if she knew I was bluffing, it would undoubtedly soothe her.
Wasn't it contemptible? To know full well that it was a lie, yet still find pleasure in it.
As expected, Jenny's expression softened slightly. However, the mist in her eyes grew denser, and the blush on her cheeks deepened.
Her right hand, which had previously been trembling almost imperceptibly, was now visibly shaking. The sight of her wantonness was testing the limits of my restraint.
"You're still lucid, very self-aware," Jenny said, "Although Miss Bailey holds a high position and has influence, she doesn't have control over the marketing department, do you understand?"
What was she implying? Was this a warning?
I quickly responded, "Yes, I understand."
"No, you don't!" she retorted.
Her face suddenly flushed, her body trembled, and the hand resting on the desk clenched the documents so tightly that the veins on the back of her hand bulged. She was visibly agitated.
Veins surfaced on her pink neck, her head tilted slightly back, and her lips parted. She bit her lower lip to stifle any sound. To my surprise, she reached a climax right there.
A hint of intoxication flashed across Jenny's face, clearly delighted to the extreme, but she masked it with an expression of anger.
Then, I caught a scent, one that could stir the deepest desires in a human being. I felt my blood boiling, every pore in my body was clamoring.
"Jenny, why is your face so red, do you have a fever?" I asked deliberately, stepping forward.
"Stop, who gave you permission to come closer!" Her right hand slammed on the desk, and I stopped in my tracks, "Step back!"
She was livid, breathing heavily, her chest heaving violently.
"Don't get excited, I'm stepping back!" I assured her, returning to my original spot.
Jenny said, "The marketing department is Mrs. Foster's territory, don't you know that?"
"I understand!" I nodded quickly. Mrs. Foster was the chairman's wife, Linda Foster.
This Mrs. Foster was a formidable woman, reputed to have been a university professor, carrying the authority of a vice president and the temperament of an intellectual. As for her looks, I could only say she was no less attractive than Katherine, with her gold-rimmed glasses and professional attire, she was the epitome of a businesswoman.
"Miss Bailey has no authority here," Jenny snorted, "Don't let yourself be made a scapegoat, or you won't even know how you got fired."
A cold sweat broke out on my back. I hadn't thought of this before. Katherine was rumored to be the mistress, and Linda was his wife. No wonder Katherine suddenly called me up to praise me and promised to make me a manager; she wanted me to be the fall guy!
I was just an ordinary employee, what did I count for in front of two vice presidents? They could dismiss me with just a word.
I suddenly felt very upset, damn it, I thought I had found a backer, but I was being used as cannon fodder. It was an unpleasant feeling.
"Jenny, don't worry, I'm clear on this."
"Good, you're a smart person, you know what to do now, right?"
"I understand."
"Do you really?"
Jenny scoffed, "Then tell me, if Miss Bailey calls you over again, what will you say?"
I thought for a moment, "Say I'm busy with work, and I won't go?"
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