Under his gaze, Nancy Moore feels guilty, with cold sweats streaming down her back. She replies in a weak voice, “Ma…Manager…This, this… I don’t know him well.”
The manager smartly opens her resignation letter and reads several pages, and then he says, “Wow, this is another coincidence. The contents of your resignation letters are all the same. You two…”
“Nothing, I, I, I… Nothing happens between us. I am telling the truth!” Nancy Moore is so nervous that she stammers. She has an intuition that the manager has known something, and that he is trying to draw the secret out of her.
“I didn’t approve Lawrence’s resignation and give him a one-month holiday. So do you. You will have a holiday to adjust your mood, and then you should come back to work.” While saying this, the manager throws Nancy’s resignation letter into the trash can.
Nancy Moore walks out of the manager’s office in a depressed mood. Then she is stopped by Lily. Lily asks, “Nancy, you want to resign?”
“Yes. But the manager didn’t approve it.”
Lily raises her eyebrows, saying, “Nancy, are you keeping something from me?”
“What can I keep from you?” Nancy Moore would rather shoot herself than telling others the thing happened between her and Lawrence Ellis, although the one who asks such question is her best friend Lily. She has decided to let this secret rot in her stomach.
“It’s strange that Lawrence Ellis also asked for a leave, and he doesn’t show up until now. Without this pleasing and handsome figure, our female colleagues all lose their enthusiasm at work. We all look forward to his returning so that we will be more energetic at work. That old saying is true – When men and women are working together, they will not feel tired.”
Looking at this anthomaniac Lily, Nancy Moore is more worried about her own safety. She pulls Lily to the toilet, and then asks in a low voice, “Can you tell me what horrible thing happened at that night? I was drunk and I lost my mind.”
Lily gives her a meaningful smile, replying, “That night? Wow, you don’t know how charming Lawrence Ellis was when he was singing a song. All women in the company were crazy at that night! They may be willing to die if they can have a chance to sleep with Lawrence for once.”
When hearing this sentence, Nancy Moore’s emotions instantly plummet into negativity. All right, if these women know that she, Nancy Moore, an old woman, slept with Lawrence Ellis, they will probably kill her.
She’d better run away now!
Nancy Moore is expressionless and walks out of the company. She cannot stay in the company anymore. She can see her miserable fate from those women’s desiring gaze on Lawrence Ellis.
A one-month holiday is long enough for her to find a new company.
After leaving the company, Nan Moore gets into her mini car. When she is about to start the engine, she hears the ring-tones of WeChat message. She takes a glance at the phone, and then she finds that it is a message from Lawrence Ellis.
Nancy’s heart thumps. Then she quickly opens her phone, and then she sees the photo sent by Lawrence Ellis.
She opens the photo. It turns out to be a photo of a cartoon G-string with a grey Peppa Pig on it. Beneath the photo, there is a sentence: Big sister, you forget something.
Nancy feels as if her respiratory tract is blocked by a blood clot and her face turns red and burns. She is angry and annoyed, but she has no way to vent her anger except gritting her teeth.
She was too hurried to escape on that day. After searching for a long time, she still couldn’t find where her G-string was, so she had to hurriedly leave the hotel. She doesn’t expect that Lawrence Ellis would find it.
After pondering for a few seconds, she finally writes down several words: [It’s not mine. You’ve texted a wrong person.]
After a while, she receives the other photo from Lawrence Ellis. On the photo, with her head propping on a pillow, the woman’s face is red and her hair is untidy. The bed clothes cover her body part below the waist. And a mole can be easily seen on her fair skin on the shoulder.
Lawrence Ellis: [Don’t tell me that this is not you.]
“Creak, creak.” Nancy Moore is so irritated that she grits her teeth. She shivers with her hands trembling.
After a long time, she finally suppresses her anger as well as the impulse to throw away her phone, and texts: [I’m sorry. I got drunk that night. If I did something crazy to you on that night, please forget it.]
Lawrence Ellis texts back: [Sorry, I will never forget it.]