Fiona sat in front of the computer checking the bills. "Tell me your card number, I'll transfer your salary to your account."
"Sure." I readily gave her my credit card number.
After that, I left her office.
John was still in the lobby comforting Emily, checking her body. When he saw me coming out, he immediately ran towards me. "David, how are you doing?"
"I'm fine, but I lost this part-time job. I just received my salary and was planning to leave," I said casually.
"As long as you're alright. Damn it, I'm quitting with Emily! This bar is really treating people unfairly!" John exclaimed in anger.
I nodded and said, "Go ahead, make a big deal out of it. Maybe you can even get some compensation from them."
"You're right!" John immediately stormed into Fiona's office to confront her.
Although the office door was closed, we could still faintly hear John's voice, very loud and full of anger.
Who would have thought that John, who was drawn to Emily's quiet and introverted nature, would genuinely fall for her?
I wondered what his reaction would be when he found out Emily was not a virgin if they ended up having sex.
Would he abandon her, or compromise for love?
I sat next to Emily, keeping some distance, and asked, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. How about you? Did you get hurt in the fight with so many people?" she cared.
"Nothing serious. But John, I can tell he really likes you. How do you feel about him?" I asked directly.
Emily looked in the direction of the office and sighed softly, "I don't know. I thought he was just playing around, but I didn't expect..."
"If you don't like him, you should tell him clearly. Don't let him invest real feelings and end up getting hurt by you. You both live in the same house now and work in the same company. It would be awkward if things end badly," I advised.
"I know," she nodded.
As soon as she finished speaking, John came out of Fiona's office, looking somewhat triumphant. It was clear that he had successfully stood up for their rights.
John came over to us with two resignation letters in hand.
"Look! Resignation successful, and Fiona promised to give you both medical expenses and compensation for mental distress, a total of six thousand dollars, three thousand each!" he said proudly.
"You're quite impressive. Let's go back then." I stood up, offering a hand to Emily to help her up.
After Emily stood up, John hurried over to her, supporting her, and we slowly walked out of the bar together.
Once outside the bar, I hailed a taxi. I sat in the front, while John and Emily sat in the back.
She was quite injured, with finger marks on her neck from being choked, as well as bruises on her arms, legs, and face.
I was very puzzled and asked, "Emily, what exactly happened in the private room? How did things escalate like that?"
She explained in detail, "It's not all Ms. Larson's fault. When I was delivering drinks to the customers downstairs, suddenly a group of them came up. I was just standing up when that chubby man singled me out, specifically asking for me to serve their room."
"Ms. Larson was the first to speak up, saying I was just a server and not involved in accompanying customers. But he insisted I serve their room," she continued, a hint of panic in her eyes.
"I thought I could just finish serving and then leave, but he grabbed me and wouldn't let go. I asked Ms. Larson for help and in a fit of anger, I slapped the man. And then you saw the rest," she added in a trembling voice.
I rubbed my chin. It seemed I was wrong about Fiona.
She actually put herself in danger to protect her employees.
And she was more beautiful and had a better figure than Emily. By taking the initiative to appease that man, she must have been much more charming than Emily.
If I had arrived a few minutes later, that chubby man might have actually been appeased, and then publicly engaged in some intimate and obscene acts with Fiona.
"Thank goodness David arrived just in time. The consequences could have been very serious," John remarked.
"Thankfully indeed. I suggest avoiding dangerous places like bars for your next part-time job. Look for safer places like supermarkets or burger joints," I suggested.
"Alright, I'll pay attention tomorrow. Will you join me?" John asked, leaning towards me.
"I'm busy tomorrow, and I'll be out of town for the whole weekend. I have to go abroad," I said.
"Why, did the company arrange a business trip for you?" John asked tentatively.
I didn't know if he was trying to figure out my position and level of importance in the company.
"Of course not, my girlfriend is on a business trip abroad, and I'm going to visit her," I said and gave him a look.
As soon as John heard that, his expression immediately turned mischievous. "You visit her for sex, huh?" he asked with a smirk.
"You know the answer!" I rolled my eyes, then added, "So, you don't have to worry about me ruining your romantic weekend."
After that, I deliberately glanced at their expressions through the rearview mirror.
Emily blushed shyly, while John surprisingly seemed a bit shy too.
I just didn't understand. Did love really make people timid?
"Alright, stop being shy. You'll experience it sooner or later." As the car pulled up to the rental apartment building, I got out of the car after adding that last sentence, paid the fare, and left.
When John got out of the car, he seemed hesitant, even avoiding looking into Emily's eyes, only glancing at her hands and the ground.
Once in my room, the first thing I did was pack my suitcase and then take a shower.
I had just finished showering when my phone rang.
It was Mia calling.
Confused, I answered, "Hey, dear Mia, why are you calling so late?"
"You haven't been to my place in days. Are you tired of me?" Mia's voice carried a hint of unhappiness.
It seemed Mia was feeling lonely and empty.
"Of course not, I just got a part-time job recently. Can I come to your place every day next week?" I comforted.
"Why not this weekend? You have two days off," she replied, clearly displeased.
I teased, "Unfortunately, I got injured tonight, so I need to rest this weekend. Otherwise, I might not be able to get you to climax quickly."
"Stop it, always talking about these dirty things," she muttered.
"You were the one who called me first! So, did my words just now make you wet?" I curiously asked.
I was also quite excited. If just my words could make her wet, it meant her pussy was already sensitive from being fucked by me.
"Of course not, I have good self-control," she said seductively.
"Looks like your pussy hasn't been fucked enough. I'll make sure to fuck you well for two days when I come back next week," I said shamelessly.