Early in the morning, Louie was awakened by the ringing of his cellphone. Thinking it was the weekend and he could sleep in, he had stayed up playing online games with "Don't Mess with Me" until two in the morning. However, to his surprise, a call came in at seven in the morning.
"Hello, who's the jerk calling at this hour?" Louie, without even looking at the number, closed his eyes and answered, annoyed.
There was silence on the other end for a while. Just as Louie was about to continue scolding, Bella's voice finally came through.
"Hmph, I was initially worried about your foot, but it seems there's nothing wrong. You rascal, go back to sleep." Bella's angry voice echoed through the phone, followed by the click of Bella hanging up.
Louie instantly woke up, rubbing his eyes and, after seeing the caller ID was Bella, just chuckled. "This little girl, saying one thing and thinking another, quite amusing."
Tossing his phone onto the bedside table, Louie lay back down to sleep. But before long, the phone rang again. This time, with some experience, he checked the caller ID and found it was Arabella.
"Supervisor, what's your apartment number at the White Collar Apartments?" Arabella's words were abrupt, leaving Louie confused. He casually replied, "5th floor, Apartment 3."
"Okay, Supervisor, I'll see you this afternoon." With that, Arabella hung up.
Louie blinked, slightly puzzled, and wondered, "What does this little girl want, wanting to see me unexpectedly?"
Checking the time, it was already eight o'clock. Unable to go back to sleep, Louie put on a white casual outfit and headed out. Not far from the apartment was the beach, so Louie jogged along the coastal path for over a kilometer before returning. Before going back up, he stopped at the nearby market and bought two bottles of yogurt, a hamburger, and two cream-filled pastries.
At the elevator, Louie ran into Mia, who was ready to go upstairs for cleaning.
"Good morning, Mr. Louie," Mia greeted with a smile as soon as she saw him. Grateful for Louie occasionally giving her magazines and discarded items she could sell, Mia was naturally appreciative.
"Yeah, it's quite early, only ten o'clock," Louie also smiled, walking up to Mia. "Have you had breakfast?"
"I have," Mia answered straightforwardly.
At that moment, Mia's stomach let out a growl. Blushing, Mia turned red, a blush spreading to her fair neck. "I had some buns for breakfast," she explained hastily.
"Oh, so you must have gotten up very early. It's already ten o'clock now; those buns should be digested by now. If you're hungry and don't eat, how can you work? Be careful not to faint in someone else's house. By then, you might encounter a pervert, and well...!" Louie's words made Mia shiver, repeatedly saying, "No, that won't happen. I'm very careful."
"Just kidding." Louie took out a bottle of yogurt and two cream-filled pastries from a plastic bag, handing them to Mia. "Take these; fill your stomach so you have the energy to work."
"No need, no need." Mia wanted to return the food to Louie, but he had already lowered his hand. With no place to put it, Mia had to say, "How much for these? I'll pay you."
"Ten million." Louie laughed, "I'm a cunning businessman. If you want to buy these from me, it'll cost you ten million. So, the wisest thing to do is to accept them and not mention money."
"Thank you." Blushing, Mia accepted the items with embarrassment.
The elevator arrived, and the two of them got in. Mia was also heading to the fifth floor to clean, but today, she didn't need to clean Louie's apartment. At the fifth-floor elevator entrance, Louie and Mia parted ways, Louie carrying the shopping bag back to his place.
After Louie left, Mia walked to the corner, quickly finishing the cream-filled pastries. After drinking the last drop of yogurt, Mia finally felt relief in her stomach. Licking her lips, she threw the yogurt bottle and pastry wrapper into the trash can. Carrying her cleaning tools, she walked to the door of the southernmost apartment on the fifth floor.
Pressing the doorbell, she heard the clattering sound of slippers on the other side. The door opened, revealing the face of a middle-aged man, around forty, dressed in a checkered pajama set. His hair was tousled, indicating he hadn't washed up yet.
"Sir, I'm here for the cleaning." Mia had rarely seen this apartment owner before. Occasionally, they would cross paths at the entrance when she was on her way out.
"Quite early, huh?" The room's owner's eyes lit up as soon as he saw Mia, his face filled with a hospitable smile. "Come in, come in. I didn't expect you to come so early." He gestured for Mia to enter.
Mia walked into the room and placed her cleaning tools in the corner. She didn't have much fondness for this gentleman. Girls are always sensitive to men, and Mia couldn't shake the uneasy feeling hidden behind the gentleman's courteous smile. She didn't engage in much conversation with him, took a cloth, and went straight to the window to start cleaning the glass.
The room's owner sat on the sofa in the living room, casually flipping through the morning paper. "Have you eaten?" the room's owner asked.
"Just finished," Mia replied without turning around, focusing on cleaning the window glass.
"How about some coffee? I love coffee." The room's owner put down the newspaper, got up, and went to the kitchen. While making coffee, he chuckled, "Coffee perks you up. Someone like me, in a managerial position, can't do without coffee. One small distraction, and millions could slip away." The room's owner looked at Mia, who was working diligently, and with his eyes, he measured a quantity of white powder into a coffee cup. After stirring it evenly, he carried two cups of coffee into the living room.
"Here, have a cup of coffee, it'll freshen you up." He picked up the cup without anything in it, took a small sip, and said, "Hmm, not bad, very fragrant."
"No need, we have company regulations," Mia replied, still cleaning the window glass, showing no intention of stopping. A hint of disappointment appeared on the room owner's face. He smiled and said, "Your company is quite strict. Why don't you consider working at my company? I can arrange a job for you."
By this time, Mia had finished cleaning the window glass. She picked up the broom and said, "No need, I think it's fine this way. I'm still studying, just doing part-time work when I have time. After I graduate from university, I'll focus on finding a stable job." With that, she bent down and started sweeping the floor.
"Oh, I see!" The room's owner spoke with his mouth, but his eyes were fixated on Mia's lifted peachy bottom. The tight uniform pants perfectly outlined Mia's elastic peachy bottom, and when she bent over to sweep, it accentuated the two peaks. The entire tender and pink bottom was divided into distinct valleys, with a small portion of white panties revealed as Mia bent over. The room's owner, with a lustful gaze, watched Mia's beautiful bottom, and his throat moved forcefully, swallowing saliva.
Mia didn't notice the inadvertent exposure; she was focused on her work. After sweeping the floor, she gathered the trash in the room, including a few newspapers still in the corner.
"Sir, do you still want these newspapers?" Mia asked. "If not, I'll dispose of them." Mia often collected some discarded items. Anything that people didn't want, she would gather and sell. It wasn't a secret, and when people saw her, they would often voluntarily offer unwanted items.
The room's owner also knew about Mia's habit. He generously waved his hand and said, "I don't want those old newspapers. Oh, wait, I have an old cellphone to discard. Wait a moment." Saying this, he got up and went into the bedroom.
Taking advantage of the room's owner's absence, Mia neatly packed the newspapers into a bundle and placed them by her feet, ready to leave once she bid farewell to the room's owner.
"It's this model of cellphone." The room's owner came out with a Nokia phone that was about seventy to eighty percent new and handed it to Mia. "Help me get rid of it."
Mia, upon seeing this phone, felt her heart skip a beat. She had always wanted a cellphone but hesitated to buy one. Now, hearing that this nearly new Nokia phone was going to be discarded, without a second thought, she put it in her pocket. "Sir, I'll take my leave now," she said, bending down to pick up her cleaning tools along with the stack of newspapers and opened the door.
As soon as she half-stepped out the door, the room's owner suddenly wrapped his arms around Mia's petite waist from behind. He hadn't brushed his teeth and had a foul breath. His large mouth whispered near Mia's ear, "Be my girlfriend. I'm wealthy. As long as you agree to be my girlfriend, I'll buy you a car. You won't have to work so hard anymore, and I'll give you whatever you want in the future."
"No!" Although Mia was greedy for money, she hadn't reached the point of selling herself. She resolutely refused, simultaneously struggling to break free from the room's owner's embrace. "Let go of me! Let go of me, or I'll scream for help!" In the process of breaking free, she dropped the broom, trash, newspapers, and other items at the doorway, creating a crisp sound.
Seeing Mia struggle like this, the room's owner sneered, "Go ahead, scream. Later, I'll say you stole my cellphone, and the cellphone is still in your pocket."
Hearing this, Mia's head buzzed, and she felt numb all over. The resistance she had built up just moments ago vanished.