Chapter 82
Emily Smith curled up in the corner of the lounge, only releasing a long sigh when she was certain the footsteps in the hallway had completely faded away.
Just as she began to relax, the crisp sound of high heels approached from a distance.
"Knock, knock—" A knock sounded at the door. "Emily, are you in there?" Grace Lee's voice came from outside. "Vice President Johnson asked me to bring you some clothes."
"I'm here. Please come in." Emily scrambled up from the floor in a hurry.
Grace pushed the door open, carrying several elegant shopping bags. The moment she took in the scene before her, her breath caught.
Emily stood on the carpet wearing only black lingerie. Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting a glow over her body and outlining her perfect curves. Her porcelain skin shimmered like pearls, and her long, slender legs were so striking it was impossible to look away.
But what drew the most attention were the faint red marks scattered across her body. They trailed from her delicate collarbone all the way down to her inner thighs—each one a testament to the intensity of what had just transpired.
"You can leave the clothes here." Sensing Grace's gaze, Emily quickly grabbed a towel from the bed to cover herself, her ears turning pink.
Grace set down the shopping bags and turned to leave, but then, as if possessed, she glanced back. "Vice President Johnson... must be quite impressive, huh?"
"What?" Emily's eyes widened.
"Nothing." Grace shook her head with a smile and swiftly exited the lounge.
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By the time Emily returned to the Business Department, it was nearly noon. She kept her head down as she hurried to her workstation, hoping to avoid drawing her colleagues' attention.
"Emily!" Lily White called out to her. "The boss has been looking for you all morning. Head to his office right away."
"Got it. Thanks, Lily." Emily was about to leave when Lily stopped her again.
"Huh?" Lily gave her a once-over. "You changed clothes? Weren't you wearing a white dress this morning?"
Emily glanced down at the fitted blouse and trousers she now wore—clearly expensive, tailored to perfection.
"I spilled something on the other one, so I had to buy a new set," she explained softly.
Lily nodded knowingly. "It suits you."
When Emily knocked on Michael Thompson's office door, she immediately noticed his gaze lingering on her for a few extra seconds.
"Do you think you can secure this contract?" Michael handed her a document.
After quickly scanning it, Emily nodded. "I'll do my best."
"Oh, and one more thing," Michael said casually. "Robert Miller was fired. HR just sent out the email."
Emily's expression remained neutral. "I haven't had a chance to check my emails yet."
Michael smiled thoughtfully. Last Friday, he had personally witnessed Emily getting into Robert's car—only for Vice President Johnson to storm out of the elevator moments later, his face dark with anger. Now, with Robert suddenly terminated, the connection was impossible to ignore.
It seemed the young vice president cared about Emily far more than anyone had realized.