Tabitha's POV
Widening her eyes, Sonia stared at me, finding my words hard to believe. "Tabitha, are you here to work or to study? You're kinda pretty, which is why I'm still standing here teaching you instead of leaving. We're in sales, and flexibility is what we need. You despise the chance? You know what? Countless people would fight for it. I'll be straight with you. Mr. Watson came here because of you tonight. Spend the night with him and get us the contract. If so, we get to surpass Group B, and you don't have to quit. It'll be a win-win situation."
I found her words ridiculous. "Selling my body out in exchange for an achievement? Yeah, I don't think so."
"Fine. You think this is below you? Tell you what? If you can't please Mr. Watson today, by the end of the month, we'll both be doomed. Different from you, I'll be scolded at most. You? You can kiss your job goodbye."
"Whatever." I didn't even bother to argue.
Sonia grabbed my hand, looking disappointed and angry.
"Tabitha, come on. Your face is cut out for it. You don't even have to say anything. Just strip naked and lie on the bed, and you'll have whatever you want. Don't you wanna climb up the ladder?"
"No."
"What about the money? You don't want it either?"
"No."
"Don't you wanna improve your performance and realize your self-worth? Don't you wanna become one of the best in the industry?"
I spread my hands. "It's Derek's company. Why should I work my ass off to make him money?"
"You... You call Mr. Greenwood by his first name?"
"Who is he? Is his name taboo or something? Why can't I?" I said impatiently.
Besides, I had shares in his company to begin with. As long as I was breathing, I could sit around, waiting for the huge year-end dividends to come to me. I didn't have to work at all.
"You're young and ignorant of the harsh reality. If this is because I offended you before, I apologize. Given my position, my hands are tied when it comes to a lot of things."
"You're right." I patted her shoulder. "So, go get him. You have my blessing. It's gonna be a long night. Just think about how big his belly is."
"Tabitha, who the fuck do you think you are? Who gave you the nerve to make fun of Mr. Watson? Sure, Mr. Greenwood is in good shape. But he'll never be interested in you!"
Speaking of Derek, I remembered seeing him and Daphne walk into the elevator together not long ago.
Chances were, by now, they were already having sex in my former room.
I sneered, "Who cares? I wouldn't give a shit if Derek stripped off and showed his eight-pack in front of me right now."
"Fine! Tabitha, you asked for it. I'll make you regret it and come begging me!"
After saying that, Sonia left on her heels. I rolled my eyes and was about to leave as well.
Suddenly, a clicking sound from behind me rang out. It was the sound of a lighter.
In such a quiet corridor, it was particularly jarring. Someone heard our conversation.
It was so embarrassing. Run! I had to run! Run without turning back, Tabitha!
As soon as I lifted my leg, a familiar male voice rang out. "Wanna run?"
Upon hearing the voice, I mechanically turned around and saw Derek's face.
Wearing a woolen coat, he leaned against the white pillar, fiddling with a lighter. He stared coldly at my face, bringing me a piercing chill.
I wish I was looking at someone I didn't know.
I raised my hand. "Hi, Mr. Greenwood. What a coincidence."
Why was he here instead of having sex with Daphne in the room?
Derek put away the lighter and strode towards me. "It's not some coincidence. I'm here for you."
I blinked. "Weren't you and Daphne..."
He grabbed my hand and shoved me into his exclusive elevator.
My body was pressed against the armrest as he approached me aggressively.
Gritting his teeth, he said word by word, "Tabitha, if I don't come to you, you'll never come to me. Is it?"
We were alone in the spacious elevator, Derek's icy face reflecting in the mirrors around us.
Cornered by him, I didn't dare to move at all while enduring his overwhelming aura.
"Alpha Derek, please behave yourself. You're about to get engaged to Daphne."
I never thought I'd see the day when I used the person I hated the most as a shield.
Derek stared into my eyes without blinking and said coldly, "I told you already. Don't sweat about me and her."
Just as I was about to say something, the elevator went up to the top floor. Then Derek pulled me out.
Seeing the familiar arrangement, I said discontentedly, "Why did you bring me here? You want me to see you two having sex? Don't go too far, Derek!"
A crispy sound rang out.
Derek held my hand to verify the fingerprint, and the door opened.
I was stunned for a second. He hadn't deleted my fingerprint yet?
Daphne was nowhere to be seen in the room.
In the blink of an eye, I was thrown onto the sofa by Derek.
The soft, large down sofa was as comfortable and cozy as always. Before I could praise how excellent the sofa I selected was, Derek had already gotten on top of me.
Shameful memories came back to me.
The room was full of scenes where we used to make love, especially the sofa, which was filled with so many memories.
He didn't turn on the light, and the room was extremely dim. I could only see him taking off his coat.
Then he leaned down to my ear, whispering in a hoarse voice, "I've never brought her here."
Was he explaining to me?
Seemed like he knew what I was thinking. He kindly explained, which was a rare thing, "I was just dropping her off to meet a friend."
"Alpha Derek, you don't have to explain to me. It's not important."
In the next second, Derek tightened his grip on my wrist.
"Tabitha, I only have limited patience." His displeased voice rang out.