As she turned to leave, she was stopped abruptly. "Let me go! Are you all crazy in the PR department? Forcing female colleagues to serve you? Aren't you afraid the CEO will fire all of you?"
"Sweetheart, you should know we're client-facing professionals. Naturally, we need to practice certain skills to better serve our clientele," he replied nonchalantly.
She frowned, catching the underlying implication. "Are you saying the CEO condones this behavior? Hah! And to think Boson is hailed as China's number one enterprise. Turns out it's nothing more than a cesspool, and its CEO—what a shameless person!"
Unbeknownst to her, the so-called "shameless CEO" was standing right in front of her. Hearing her accusations, the man's face darkened, his smile fading. "Alright, little one," he said coldly, "perhaps it's time we get straight to the point."
Panicking, she scrambled for an alternative. "Wait! Can't we work something out? I know this isn't entirely your choice either, right? Let's figure out another way to resolve this situation!"
Her wide, hopeful eyes caught him off guard for a moment, softening his expression. "Oh? What's your plan?" he asked.
She thought for a moment before her face lit up. "How about this: we stay here for a while, and then you go out and tell your boss that we've already done whatever they asked. That way, you won't get in trouble, and I'll be spared. A win-win, right?"
He smirked. "Hmm, not a bad idea."
Her face brightened. "So, you agree?"
"I agree… but," he trailed off, his tone playful.
"But what?" she asked cautiously.
He leaned closer, lowering his voice. "But how do you plan to make it convincing?"
Realizing the implication, her face flushed a deep red. "I-I can't do that."
"Ah, well," he said with a shrug, "if that's the case, I'll have to complete the task as assigned. After all, I can't disappoint the manager."
Seeing his determined expression, she hastily nodded. "Wait! Fine… I'll cooperate."
Satisfied, he leaned back with a sly smile. "Good choice."
Moments later, the room filled with a strange, awkward silence. "Hmm…," he said, his brow furrowing, "this won't work. The manager is an expert at spotting fake performances. He'll see right through this."
"Then what do we do? I told you, I don't know how to handle this!" she exclaimed.
He sighed dramatically. "Well, it seems like I'll have to help you out."
"Help me how—"
Before she could finish, he gently guided her movements, adjusting their positions. "Relax," he said, keeping a safe yet close distance. "Follow my lead. We just need to make it convincing enough for the manager to believe."
She nodded hesitantly, her cheeks still flushed, as they worked together to stage their "performance" with nothing but their wits and quick thinking.