Bella nodded.
She should be happy when a test taker gets a very high score. But when someone answered all the questions correctly, she was shocked! And again, this person...
"Wow, that's right?" Grace said, with her eyes squinting.
"Yes, ma'am." Bella had to nod her head to reassure Grace.
"That's great. Just accept it. It's rare to find something like that," Carla said later. She now looked enthusiastic.
Bella looked up at Carla.
"Yes, ma'am. But the test taker is male," she said.
"So, what if it's a man?" Carla asked in surprise.
Bella turned to Grace, asking for support.
"You know, Ms. Carla," Grace began to speak as if she understood the signal sent by her subordinate. "In the PR Department, the staff are all women. I think...."
"As long as the person is competent and qualified, why not?" Carla cut in firmly before Grace finished her sentence.
Hearing Carla's comment, Bella's face looked even more cloudy and dark.
Grace turned to Bella with a resigned face as if to say that she could not help Bella in this matter.
"But, Mom. The PR department is all woman, ma'am. The other staff and I would be uncomfortable if a man suddenly joined our department," Bella tried to get up the courage to object.
Carla turned to Bella.
"What's uncomfortable about it, because you're afraid of the content of your gossip leaking out?"
"It's not that, ma'am. I just don't like it when there's suddenly a man in the room. I think my other friends think the same way."
It seemed Bella had run out of arguments to thwart the success of the man who had managed to do the test with perfect results.
"Bella, there is no difference in this between men and women. As long as the person has the required skills, they can be recruited," Carla said.
There was a note of finality in Carla's voice as she spoke about recruiting new staff. No one could argue with that.
Bella looked down even deeper and muttered her goodbyes. And with unsteady steps, she walked out of Carla's room.
Bella walked with unsteady steps and stooped slightly as if an invisible sack of rice was weighing on her back.
Meanwhile, on the ground floor of the building, Oliver was taking a walk in an uncertain direction to relax his muscles while waiting for the results of the test he had just taken.
Oliver strolled leisurely through the long corridors with closing doors on the ground floor.
He checked his watch and realized it was time for lunch. No wonder the corridors he had been walking through since earlier had no sound of bustle. The staff must have gone for a break and had lunch.
Oliver had reached the end of the corridor and was about to turn around when he faintly began to hear a woman moaning.
Not a moan, exactly, but a groan.
Oliver's steps came to a halt. He stayed where he was while trying to sharpen his sense of hearing and scratching his side temple.
'What is this?' Oliver thought, immediately imagining something wild.
The sounds were actually faint, but thanks to his keen sense of hearing, Oliver could hear them.
The longer he listened, the more agitated Oliver became. His body temperature rose. His throat was suddenly dry and begged to be moistened.
'What am I hearing... Ah, seriously!' he thought again.
After quietly listening to the suspicious noises, Oliver was convinced that it was coming from the door at the far end on the left side of the corridor.
Oliver looked to his right and left. There was no sign of life along the empty corridor. Driven by curiosity, he stepped slowly towards the suspicious door.
The voices became clearer and clearer. Oliver's heartbeat quickened.
Arriving in front of the door, Oliver reached for the doorknob, and the door swung open, revealing a room of empty cubicles.
As the door opened, the voices grew louder. The blood in Oliver's body rippled violently! He looked around the room. However, there was no sign of any human in the room other than him.
Suspicion and curiosity had gotten the better of him, and he wasn't as cautious. He continued to walk through the room, heading toward the source of the sounds.
These suspicious sounds seemed to be coming from the corner of the room.
Oliver continued to walk straight towards it. The thirst that attacked him forced him to gulp down his own saliva.
And finally, he reached the corner of the room that ended in a sturdy wooden door. The disturbing voices were heard even more clearly.
Oliver leaned over and pressed his ear against the doorframe. He was certain that the sounds were coming from the room behind this wooden door.
Once again, Oliver ventured to reach for the doorknob. His curiosity had completely consumed his caution.
And the door opened, accompanied by a stifled creak.
Oliver poked his head into the room. There, on the computer screen next to the door, was an adult movie playing!
There, on the computer screen beside the door, was an adult movie playing. A woman was seen gasping for air and clutching the sheets of the bed as a slightly overweight man lay on top of her.
Oliver's heart sank.
'Who's the crazy person watching that movie on the office computer? During work hours again! Or did they forget to turn it off when they left for lunch?'
Oliver couldn't believe it.
The moans, groans, and screams of the woman in the adult movie were getting more and more intense. She and her male partner were about to climax!
Watching this, Oliver unconsciously began to squirm from his nap.
Oliver looked down and saw the obvious bulge in his pants.
'Heh, you!' Oliver snapped inwardly, blaming his awakened sensitive parts.
He was so caught up in this bizarre situation that he didn't realize that a woman was standing behind him.
"Who are you?" the woman scolded, making Oliver jump slightly.
"Uh, sorry." Oliver turned to the woman who reprimanded him. "I happened to be passing by the front and accidentally heard this voice. Then I came to check ...."
Oliver tried to explain to the woman what had happened.
However, ...
Slap!
"How dare you come in here! You're not an employee here, are you? I've never seen you! And how can you play a movie like this in our office! Disgusting!" scolded the woman, who was none other than Grace.
Oliver touched his slapped cheek, feeling the pain of the slap.
"Now get out! Get out before I call security!" Grace snapped.
Oliver turned to look at Grace. This was the first time they had met, but Oliver could feel some kind of special aura. He suspected that the woman in front of him had a high position in this company.
Besides, even though she no longer looked young, this woman had her own charm. Her hair was long and wavy and looked healthy. Her neck was clean and shining. The bulge in her chest was quite large. And the bewitching fragrance of perfume wafted from her body.
Oliver had unconsciously scanned the woman in front of him, and it made him uncomfortable.
"Heh, why are you being so quiet?! You'd rather be dragged away by security, huh?! Or do you want me to slap you again?" Grace scolded.
At this point, Oliver moved forward, stepping closer to Grace. His eyes looked straight into Grace's.
"W-what do you want to do?" Grace was suddenly nervous. She just realized that the man in his body was quite big, also full.
"I told you, I just happened to be passing by. Because there were suspicious noises, I went in...," Oliver tried to explain.
However, he realized one thing: the eyes of the woman in front of him were no longer focused on his eyes but on his lower body.
Oliver cast his eyes downward, discovering what caught the attention of the woman in front of him.
'Oh my gosh! Seriously!" he screeched to himself.
He wanted to bang his forehead against the wall. At times like this, his sensitive parts were still hard, even though he had paused the adult movie that was playing.
Or maybe, what made Oliver's thing act up was because Oliver had observed Grace earlier?
If that was the case, he was in danger.
There were only them in this room that suddenly felt so quiet and lonely.
Continued...