My Female Manager Roommate

dedicated driver

After lunch， seeing that everyone else was resting， I quickly grabbed the shoes and headed for her office. When I reached the door， I found her secretary was nowhere to be seen， but the door was already ajar.

I peeked inside and saw her slumped over the desk， fast asleep. I knocked， but she didn't hear me at first， so I gave the door a couple of sharp raps.

Only then did she slowly raise her head. In that instant， I caught a glimpse of her bleary-eyed expression and a string of drool sliding from the corner of her mouth. She seemed to realize it herself and hastily wiped her mouth， asking impatiently，“What do you want now?”

I smiled and said，“Manager， may I come in for a word?”

She glanced past me toward the doorway and said，“Fine， come in.”

Eyeing the box in my hand， she sized me up and down.“Well? What is it this time?”

I placed the box in front of her and pointed to it.“I brought these shoes for you.”

She paused， looking surprised.“Shoes? Why on earth would you bring me shoes?”

As she spoke， she opened the box， and her expression instantly froze.“Brian， what is the meaning of this? You took my shoes? And my stockings? You pervert.” She picked up the box， ready to hurl it at me.

I quickly put up my hands to block her.“Hey， hey， just hear me out first， okay?”

She pointed an accusing finger at me.“You're a p*****t; what is there to talk about? Let me tell you， get out right now， or I'm calling security.”

Just then， the ointment I’d bought for her tumbled out of the raised box and landed right on the desk. She picked it up and asked，“And what is this?”

The tension in the air eased slightly， and I hurriedly explained，“This morning， didn't you fall because your heel broke? I saw that your stockings were torn and your knee was scraped. I bought this ointment while I was out earlier. Put some on later so it doesn't get infected. By the way， I paid for the stockings myself， but I took the shoes from your shoe cabinet.”

Hearing this， she didn't seem quite as angry， though her tone remained frosty.“Why would you do all this for me?”

“Isn't the department treating you to dinner tonight? I was worried it might affect your image. Besides， with your heel broken， I didn't think those shoes would last the whole evening. So， I brought these back for you when I went home.”

She let out a cold laugh.“You’re really that kindhearted? I never noticed.”

Sensing an opening， I quickly added，“Everything this morning was my fault. If I hadn't hogged the bathroom， you wouldn't have been late， and you certainly wouldn't have fallen. So， just consider this my way of making amends.”

After hearing me out， she nodded and said，“From now on， don't touch my things without my permission. And just because you did this for me， it doesn't mean you can keep living there. You’re moving out tonight after work.”

I muttered，“But isn't your welcome dinner tonight? I might not have time...”

She glared at me.“That’s your problem; figure it out yourself. Anything else? If not， get out.”

Sigh. Today， out of the goodness of my heart， I bought her medicine and stockings， yet instead of being forgiven， I got scolded and called a p*****t. Talk about a thankless task.

I went back to the office downstairs. Seeing everyone else was still napping， I quickly lay down at my desk and caught a few winks myself.

In the afternoon， Peter asked me to drop off a client at JFK. After that， I didn't need to return to the office; I could go directly to the restaurant we’d booked to check on things and buy the wine and cigarettes for the evening.

But after dropping off the client， just as I was driving out of the airport， I got a call from Peter asking me to come back to the office. He said he needed a word.

Hearing that， I started muttering to myself. What does Peter want now? Did the new manager actually fire me? No way， surely she isn't that petty?

With a sense of unease， I drove back to the company. As soon as I walked into the office， Peter came over with a big grin on his face.

Before he even reached me， he was already laughing.“Brian， congratulations! I’ve got a great assignment for you.”

“What do you mean? Where do you want me to go at this hour? Weren't you supposed to send me to the restaurant?”

Peter slapped me on the shoulder.“It was decided in the leadership meeting just now that our new manager needs a dedicated driver. We discussed it amongst ourselves and felt you were the best fit.”

I blurted out in panic，“What? You want me to be her private driver?”

I looked at Peter and pleaded，“Come on， man， don't joke around. Didn't you see her yelling at me this morning? Now you want me to be her chauffeur? Can't anyone else go? Richard or David—they’re all more experienced than I am. Why me?”

Peter laughed.“Because you're the best-looking one. The rest of them are old fogies. Besides， our manager is so beautiful; we have to pair her with a handsome driver， don't we?”

“Peter， you don't get it. I'm afraid she’ll fire me within a few days. She hates my guts right now; just looking at me makes her grind her teeth.”

Seeing my constant complaints， Peter smiled again and said，“Hear me out. From now on， you'll be responsible for driving her to and from work every day. You won't have to return the car to the company， either; you can take it straight home. No more squeezing onto the bus. Isn't that great?”

“Of course that's a good thing， but... but I'm really not the right person for this， you know?”

“Alright， look at you. I offer you a job， and you’re picky about it? Others would kill for an assignment like this， but you’re not happy? Let me tell you， this was the Director’s decision. If you don’t want to do it， go take it up with the Director.” With that， Peter stormed out of the room.

Then， Peter turned back and added，“Brian， if I were twenty years younger， this gig definitely wouldn't have fallen to you. With such a beautiful manager， just looking at her every day would be a treat for the eyes.”

I snorted.“At your age， it’s not appropriate to make jokes like that. Just stick to driving on your business trips. You wouldn't understand young people's business.”

Peter laughed heartily.“You brat， hahaha!”

No， this won't do. I have to ask the Director. With her temper， working under her every day while she nitpicks about everything... I’ll be worked to death. Picking up and dropping off clients， or occasionally driving the Director—those are great gigs. Why should I go be her personal chauffeur?