Her Majesty

Chapter 7: Man Up

The news that I would take over the manager, James Topper, spread like wildfire. The gossip about me

was everywhere in the office.

I walked out of the office to get some drink and easily attracted much attention, which was hard to

imagine in the past. I used to be so ordinary that it was hard to recognize me in the crowds. But now I

became the spotlight, making me feel indeed uncomfortable.

The next day when I took office, I went to the Finance Department to check whether my salary was

increased.

“Name!”

The woman staff in the department seemed in a low mood with a straight face. She turned a cold

shoulder to me. Come on! I just wanted to ask about the financial statements.

“Justin Allen.”

“Position!”

“Sales Manager.”

Then I found her freeze. “You are Justin Allen, the new manager?”

“Ur… I don’t look like a manager?” I pulled my suit. This old suit was what I used to wear when I was a

salesman. I didn’t know how many times I had it washed, so it was not weird that I didn’t look like a

leader.

“No no no. I am sorry for my way of speaking just now…”

“No worries, after all I just took over the position. If I don’t do well, please excuse me.”

“You are so nice, Manager. Your salary has been increased. From next month, your salary is 13,000

yuan, after deducting Insurance and Housing Fund. Plus dividend and bonus. ”

13,000 yuan! I was so excited that I breathed a bit quickly. In the past, if I wanted to save this sum of

money, I had to live, pinching and scraping, for 2 months.

“Hey, Bro, don’t you work today? Why do you call me?” as soon as I got the news, I called my younger

sister, hoping to share my excitement with her.

“Sis, starting from today, I will be Sales Manager. And my salary will be 13,000 yuan!”

“Really? You are so great! If there was such large sum of money at that time, Dad and Mum would

have …”

I became silent. The news should have brought happiness. Since my younger sister mentioned the

past, I no longer felt delighted.

Three years ago, our parents got the disease that couldn’t be cured. We had no money to give them

medical treatment. All the relatives rejected us and I experienced social upheavals and hardships of

life.

“Don’t be worried. Now I have money. I will have the doctor cure your legs and you can dance on the

stage again in the future…”

…”Manager, just now a client wanted to see you on the phone.” Not long after I came back to the office,

a staff told me so. For them, the change of manager didn’t influence their work a lot, so they kept their Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

duties. After picking up the phone, I heard a familiar voice which reminded me of that that female client.

That day, I promoted somewhere and happened to see the romantic scene and that female client was

part of this romantic scene.

“Miss Emily, what’s up?”

“Nothing serious, but there seems something wrong with the products you sent me that day.”

“If there is something wrong, you can send them back to our company. We will fix them for free and

give you some delicate gifts.”

“I don’t want your gifts. I can hardly explain clearly on the phone. Could you please come and help

me?”

I hesitated. Now that I was Sales Manager rather than salesman, I was no longer in charge of fixing.

But she was my regular client and she said she wanted me to deal with it, so it was better for me not to

say no.

“Ok. If you don’t mind, I can go there after work.”

“Manager, you can assign the task to us. You are not necessarily to do it by yourself.” Liu, the one

sitting nearby said. He clearly heard our talk.

“It’s fine. It’s not a big deal for me to go there.”

It never occurred to me that a small act could have a big influence upon subordinates. From their point

of view, it was rare that a leader was not pompous. More importantly, he even received clients in

person.

After work, as I was to leave the office, Amanda blocked my way by the door. As usual, she behaved

like a picara in the suit that fit her figure.

“What are you going to do? Seeing your secret lover?” I didn’t know whether I misunderstood her, but

she seemed jealous.

“I have to meet a client, she…”

Before I finished words, she approached me, pushing me onto the sofa in the office.

“Amanda, we are in the office. If others see us in this way, it would have negative influence. We…”

There is an old saying that women at 30 are sex-starved. Now I totally understand it. That night, she

wanted me 3 times, nearly using up all my sperm that I have been saved up for 20 years. Therefore, I

felt scared when I saw her eager facial expression.

“No worries. Before entering your office, I have told all the others to get off work. Nobody knows it.”

Meanwhile, she took off her suit.

Oh no, I cried in my heart and closed my eyes. But I didn’t escape her capture. “Attractive breasts”

“Puh” my face was immediately embraced with warmth, that familiar touch and fatal milk flavor from the

breasts.

“So fearless!” I could only use this adjective to describe this woman. She could always think of different

sex positions to satisfy her “ambition”. “Now you make out with me. Then you’ll have no energy to

make love with other women.”

I turned over, directly laying her on my knees.

However, this woman didn’t feel grateful at all. She only pretended to groan for a while, and then kept

still, which really annoyed me.

“Bitch, you tempt me several times. You really need punishment. Today I’ll fuck you off. ”