"You’re nothing but goods, so of course you need to know your place. The only reason you’re here is for Mr. Lewis‘ pleasure. As for the rest, there’s no need for me to explain. Someone will come by every day, on time, to bring you meals. As long as you satisfy his desires, isn’t that enough? Where else could you find such a good job?"

With that, the woman swayed her hips and left, completely unaware of the hatred in the eyes of the women inside. Her so-called good job was to stay in this pitch-dark place day after day, treated like livestock for that man’s amusement.

Wasn’t that a joke? Did they not even have the most basic human rights? But none of this mattered to the woman. The only thing she cared about was serving Daniel well. With a wave of her hand, she shut the door, cutting off those hateful stares.

Meanwhile, Daniel left and headed to the company. He had no idea his secretary hadn’t gone. When she saw him, she rushed forward.

Tear-streaked and sniffling, she clung to his leg. “Mr. Lewis, please don’t fire me. I really know I was wrong. I’ll never act on my own again. No matter what it is, I’ll talk to you first. I promise I’ll never make such a stupid mistake again. Please, I really hope you’ll give me another chance.”

Daniel said nothing, just lowered his head and looked at her like she was a clown, waiting for her to finish her performance. But the secretary didn’t seem to realize it. She naively thought that since Daniel hadn’t thrown her out, it meant he still wanted her to explain herself and stay.

Patting her chest, she went on, “Mr. Lewis, don’t worry. I’ll dedicate myself completely to this company from now on. As long as you’re willing to let me stay, give me a chance to make it right.”

Seeing her cry so pitifully, Daniel–who knew what he was thinking–actually bent down, reached out, and lifted her chin. “Why be so foolish? You really want to make it up to me?”

The secretary quickly nodded, tears streaming down her face. “Yes, Mr. Lewis, I’m willing to stay by your side and serve you. No matter what it is, you can order me to do it, and I’ll give it my all.”

Daniel let out a cold snort. “Fine, you can keep being my secretary. But… you know my preferences.”

At that, the secretary’s body trembled. She understood then–if she stayed, her so-called innocence would be gone. If that was the case, was this job even worth it?

For a moment, she hesitated, torn. Seeing this, Daniel didn’t push her and still gave her time to think. After all, he’d seen far too many women who ended up trading their bodies for money. As for this secretary, he saw right through her. She was nothing more than someone who appeared refined on the surface but was rotten inside.

“Have you decided yet? You know my time is limited.” When she still didn’t answer, Daniel couldn’t help but press her. He might have said he was willing to give her time, but too much would only waste his own.