In the afternoon, Louie didn't go to work and just greeted Shaw. Shaw knew that Louie was not someone he could mess with, and he didn't mind whether Louie showed up or not.
Louie parked his car in the white-collar apartment parking lot, locked it, and entered the building. Louie didn't ring the doorbell, letting Bessie open the door. He used his key directly, and as he walked into the living room, he heard strange sounds coming from Bessie's bedroom. Louie was puzzled, thinking, "What is Bessie doing?"
He reached Bessie's bedroom door, and the strange sounds became clearer. Louie's curiosity was piqued, as the moans he heard were unmistakably those of an excited woman. Though not loud, those sounds struck a chord in Louie's heart, arousing a wave of excitement.
Bessie's bedroom door was ajar and not locked. Through the crack, Louie could see Bessie lying on the bed. Bessie hadn't anticipated Louie's return. Louie hadn't informed Bessie in advance, and she assumed he would come home at least by six in the evening.
Looking through the crack, Louie saw a scene that made him feel a sudden warmth. Bessie was lying on the bed in her lingerie, her right hand positioned between her legs. Her face was flushed, and she emitted soft moans of pleasure. She bit her lower lip with her pearl-like teeth, trying not to make much noise, but the subtle moans still escaped her lips.
Her left hand tightly gripped her black lace bra, squeezing her tender and perky bosom. Her flat, smooth abdomen undulated as she moved, and her snow-white thighs were pressed together, clamping down on the hand nestled between her legs. Suddenly, Bessie turned to the side, her back facing the door. Through the crack, Louie saw the mature and voluptuous curves of Bessie's body. Her smooth back, well-defined contours, and the divided roundness of her buttocks, enhanced by the white triangle panties, all stirred Louie's senses.
With her thighs tightly pressed together, they formed a seductive line, accentuated by a hint of black subtly visible through the white panties. Louie felt a rush of heat in his chest. He had never paid attention to Bessie's body being so voluptuous, radiating a mature allure. Louie, being a man and having been without a woman for a while, felt a surge of desire, and his lower body involuntarily responded.
At this moment, Bessie uttered Louie's name in a dreamy moan. Louie's head spun, and he absentmindedly touched the slightly ajar bedroom door. The door swung open.
Bessie quickly turned around, spotting Louie standing at the doorway. Her face turned even redder, and she hurriedly tried to find a blanket to cover herself. In her haste, she realized that the blanket had slipped to the floor during her earlier activities. Bessie got off the bed, not even bothering to put on her clothes, and knelt on the floor in front of Louie.
"Mr. Louie, please don't blame me. I know I was wrong. I won't dare again. I hope you won't dismiss me; I really don't know where to go," Bessie said, tears streaming down her face.
Louie didn't have any intentions in that direction. He had just wanted to avoid being tempted by Bessie's mature scent and decided to leave temporarily. He hadn't expected that his actions would be misunderstood by Bessie. Louie reached out, pulled Bessie up, and said indifferently, "Bessie, don't overthink it. We're all adults here, and we understand these things."
Bessie was pulled up by Louie. She looked at Louie with grateful eyes, repeatedly thanking him, "Thank you, Mr. Louie. Good deeds will be repaid with good rewards."
"I can't believe I'm still considered a good person. I'm being tempted by you to the point of burning desire," Louie thought with a bitter smile in his heart. "It seems I should find a woman and relieve myself. Suppressing desires for too long can be detrimental."
Louie didn't dare to stay in the apartment for too long. He lied, claiming to be going home to fetch some documents, and swiftly left the building as if escaping.
Driving his Volkswagen, Louie contemplated where to go. It seemed like it had been a while since he visited a bar, and he figured tonight would be a good time to go and find a woman to satisfy his desires.
While he was contemplating, Shaw called. Shaw, with a cheerful tone, invited Louie to join him for a massage, promising to share some good news.
"What good news could this guy have?" Louie wondered, suspecting Shaw might have caught wind of something and wanted to build a closer relationship. Thinking that a massage would at least provide some relaxation, Louie agreed.
In the opulent massage room at the Golden Entertainment Center, Louie and Shaw lay on massage beds, each attended to by a young massage therapist.
"Bro, if you make it big in the future, don't forget your brother," Shaw said, lying on the massage bed and turning his head towards Louie.
Louie, eyes closed, enjoying the massage, was puzzled by Shaw's odd statement. He opened his eyes and asked, "Manager, what kind of talk is this? What future success are you talking about? Right now, I haven't even seen a penny. How can I make it big?"
"Bro, you might not be aware," Shaw grinned, "I just received some insider information. It's been confirmed that our Infinity Group is establishing a new department, temporarily named the Organizational Department, overseeing production and marketing."
"Overseeing production and marketing?" Louie was puzzled, asking, "Don't we already have Edith specifically in charge of production and marketing? Why create this new department?"
"I'm not entirely sure, but it seems the higher-ups in the group feel there's a disconnect between production and marketing. They want to strengthen the relationship between the two by establishing this new department. From what I know, Edith will be responsible for setting up this department. Despite holding the title of Vice President and previously being in charge of the market, she didn't have much real authority in that area. This time, she wants to get involved in the market, and I think she's not happy with me, planning to use this opportunity to go after me. If the Organizational Department is established, my power will be weakened," Shaw explained.
"It has nothing to do with me," Louie shrugged, "Edith can do whatever she wants. I'll manage my Marketing Department, and it's none of her business."
"Bro, you're wrong to think that way," Shaw said with a sly smile. "Do you know who the manager of the Organizational Department is?"
"Edith," Louie replied without hesitation.
"Nope, the manager of the Organizational Department is you, and the decision was supposedly proposed by Edith and personally approved by the president," Shaw dropped the bomb.
This revelation left Louie dumbfounded. He couldn't fathom how he suddenly became the manager of the Organizational Department.