“Desire’s boss?” Flora looked around, having heard that the owner of Desire was extremely mysterious. Even the manager here had never seen his face. Why would he want to see her?
But with the thought of the five thousand dollars within reach, she obediently followed the two people.
Flora had never been to the third floor of Desire, and neither had Tina.
The short walk made her feel incredibly oppressed.
Finally, they stopped in front of a room. A man who looked like a bodyguard opened the door, gesturing for Flora to enter.
She had barely taken two steps when the door closed behind her.
Click. It was a clean, efficient sound.
The room was pitch black, and she could not see her hand in front of her face.
Flora, frightened, backed away and began feeling around for the door handle but couldn’t find it.
An instinct to survive in the dark forced her to clench her fists and start pounding on the door, “Let me out!”
Behind her, faint footsteps approached. Flora stopped pounding, pressed herself against the door, her heart pounding.
She felt an oppressive, suffocating force coming from every corner of the room, trapping her in fear and keeping her from escaping.
From behind, a warm presence and a masculine scent enveloped her, trapping her between the door and his chest.
“Si…Sir? You wanted to see me?” Flora’s body trembled as she forced herself to regain some composure.
She was already covered in cold sweat.
Chuck didn’t speak, but stepped forward, pressing her even more tightly against him.
The man was tall, and Flora’s head was trapped against his neck, unable to move.
An even warmer breath reached Flora’s ear, mixed with the man’s faint panting, stirring up emotions.
Unable to suppress her unfamiliar desire, but also feeling humiliated, Flora struggled, “Let me go, let me go.”
Chuck Norris pulled his arm tighter, confining her in his embrace. She couldn’t muster any strength, like a trapped animal.
“Don’t—” Flora cried out in fear, her head shaking back and forth.
Chuck slid his hand up her ultra-short top, slipping in from her waist, and brazenly caressed her back. Flora felt her mind explode in a flash, her thoughts in chaos.
“Focus on being the lead dancer at Desire, and I’ll make you a star. How about that?” Chuck finally spoke, his voice filled with endless temptation.
Flora’s clear eyes shone brightly in the darkness, filled with resistance, “No way. Today was just an accident.”
“Are you sure?” Chuck exerted a little more pressure, pressing even closer.
“You—” Flora’s fair little face turned red in the darkness, “I’m not a contract worker here, so you have no control over me.”
“Is that so?” Chuck’s tone seemed very unconcerned, and her determination reached his ears, effortlessly deflecting his advances.
Flora gasped, not daring to move as his cool touch set off endless heat within her.
Forcing herself to calm down, she tiptoed and was about to kick backward, but Chuck saw her intentions, pulled her forcefully, and slammed her back against the wall.
She cried out in pain, “That’s right, I won’t work here!” Flora’s tone was unwavering.
“Fine, I’ll just watch. But don’t come crying back to me one day, begging. By then… the game won’t be as simple as today’s.” His words were so blunt, his tone full of confidence, and even a hint of barely perceptible disdain.
“There won’t be such a day!” Though there was no light in the darkness, Flora stubbornly lifted her chin, her eyes full of determination.
Chuck laughed and stood up, walking to the side. When he returned, he stood accurately in front of Flora and threw the money he was holding at her.
Her shoulder hurt from the impact, and the money slid down her arm, falling to the ground.
Flora groped and picked it up, finding several bundles of cash, amounting to tens of thousands of dollars.
She took one of the bundles and pulled out half, “This is my payment for tonight. You can keep the rest.”
Her tone was clearly disgusted. This money was earned through her dancing and was not shameful.
The money from yesterday was also hard-earned, so she took it without guilt.
Flora leaned against the door, trying to find the door handle but couldn’t. Chuck’s mocking laughter came from behind her.
With a beep, Chuck withdrew his hand, revealing that the lock was a fingerprint lock.
Flora didn’t hesitate and ran out, realizing that she wouldn’t last long at Desire.
Behind her, Chuck’s laughter deepened in the darkness, and he followed her.
He had plenty of time, waiting for Flora to voluntarily come to him.
Back home, she took the money from her pocket and put it together with the money from yesterday. It amounted to more than enough to keep her float for at least the next three months.
She took out her resume from the drawer again, her fingers tracing the beautiful handwriting on it. She couldn’t remember the emotions she felt when she first signed her name it.
In the early morning, Flora changed into a suit and headed out. She had bought this outfit specifically for job hunting and couldn’t remember how many times she had worn it.
The morning passed quickly, and Flora, holding her resume, knocked on the door of the human resources department.
“Come in.” The voice inside was filled with professionalism. The supervisor looked at Flora and nodded with a smile.
“Have a seat,” the supervisor gestured to a seat across from her. Flora handed over her resume, and the supervisor quickly glanced at it, remarking, “Impressive education.”
A faint smile appeared on the supervisor’s serious face, causing Flora’s clenched hands to relax involuntarily.
However, the smile didn’t last long. When the supervisor saw the name on the resume, she unconsciously adjusted her glasses, and her tone was clearly questioning, “Flora?”
“Yes.” Flora nodded uneasily, her heart tightening at that moment. In the past interviews, she had been asked the same question more than once.
“Ah!” As expected, the supervisor sighed lightly and handed back the resume, “We can’t hire you.”
“Why?” Flora asked, puzzled. Why did it always end like this?
“Well, I can’t tell you. Please leave.” The supervisor coldly dismissed Flora without answering her question and lowered her head to organize the documents on the desk.
Her heart sank to the bottom once more, and her only hope vanished like a bubble. It was better not to have any hope at all.
Flora picked up her resume from the table and left without looking back.
