My Husband, the Assassin

Chapter 009

After handing his ID card to Director Lan, William waited for a moment. She soon returned with a stack of documents, pointing to where he needed to read and sign.

William didn't even glance at the text. He signed his name with a flourish.

Director Lan stared at him. Either he's an i***t, or he already knows the Ning Group has fair contracts. Who signs employment papers without reading them?

"Alright, follow me." Director Lan handed William a copy of the paperwork and kept one for herself. "I'm taking you to see your supervisor. She will assign you an office."

"Supervisor?" William raised an eyebrow.

"Yes. I'm the Director. Below me are the Supervisors. She is your direct boss."

As they walked through the Sales Department, William scanned the room. He had to admit, his wife knew him well. Placing him in Sales was a brilliant decision. The ratio of men to women here was an astonishing one to seven!

It was mostly women.

And more than half of them were beautiful.

Sales required charm and charisma. The women here were either eloquent speakers or stunning beauties—often both. Director Lan was a prime example; she wouldn't be a Director otherwise.

When they arrived at the Supervisor's office, William was stunned.

His supervisor was gorgeous.

She had a slender, graceful figure and a beautiful face that rivaled Director Lan's. But while Director Lan was cold and sharp, this woman was soft and gentle.

The word "gentle" was practically written all over her.

"Rose, this is William, the new colleague for the Sales Department. His paperwork is done. I'm handing him over to you now," Director Lan said, her tone much friendlier than when she spoke to William.

Ah, Director Lan really hates me, William thought with a sigh. Tragic.

Director Lan exchanged a few words with Rose, shot William one last warning glare—clearly signaling that she thought he was unreliable—and left.

Rose smiled warmly and looked William up and down. "Hello, William. I'm Rose."

She stood up and extended her hand.

William felt happiness wash over him. She wants to shake hands? Don't mind if I do.

He responded politely, extending his own hand to grasp hers.

Rose's hand was like cool jade—soft, smooth, and comfortable. Her fingers were slender and flawless. It was the definition of a "delicate hand."

William had a special theory about handshakes. By touching a person's hand, one could tell a lot about their beauty...

What about men's hands?

William never touched men's hands. He didn't have that hobby.

So, whenever he met a beautiful woman, he loved shaking hands. It showed his politeness as a gentleman and allowed him to touch her openly. Win-win.

"Supervisor Rose, your hand feels very nice," William said with a straight face and a charming smile, his thumb subtly brushing against her smooth skin.

Rose saw his innocent expression and laughed, assuming it was just polite flattery.

"I've arranged an office for you," she said gently. "Follow me. Your first day starts now. I hope you become one of our top elites!"

"Don't worry, Supervisor!" William grinned.

Rose led William out of her office and down the hall.

Walking behind her, William appreciated the view. This place really was heaven. A paradise of beauties.

They say a woman is most attractive around twenty-eight. William agreed wholeheartedly. Women like Sophia, Director Lan, and Rose exuded a mature, intellectual charm that was irresistible.

Director Lan was mature and cold. Rose was mature and gentle.

I wonder what other beauties are hiding in these offices? William mused.

They stopped at a slightly smaller office in the corner.

"William, you don't need to call me Supervisor. You look younger than me, so you can just call me Rose like everyone else," she said, pointing to an empty desk. "This office was recently set up. Currently, Bertha is the only other employee here. Now, there are two of you."

William nodded. Calling her "Rose" felt much friendlier.

He looked inside. The office was spacious, but there was only one person sitting there.

He squinted. Sitting behind a computer, buried in work, was a... little girl?

Yes, a little girl!

"Bertha, come meet your new colleague," Rose called out to the figure buried in work.

Bertha froze, then quickly stood up when she saw Rose. Her large, round eyes widened. "Hello, Rose."

Rose smiled. "This is William, your new colleague. You'll be sharing an office for now."

Bertha smiled shyly and looked at William, giving a small wave. "Hello. I'm Bertha."

"William... William! She's saying hello!" Rose frowned, noticing that William was staring at Bertha’s face in a daze.

William couldn't help it. He had a reason to stare!

Earlier, he had appreciated Rose's elegant beauty. But now...

Bertha’s appearance was shocking. She had a porcelain-white face and exquisite features. She was undoubtedly a beauty.

But she looked like a minor! Maybe sixteen at most. William seriously suspected his wife's company was using child labor.

However, the girl's figure was exceptionally mature.

Goddess-level beauty...

William swallowed hard. She was wearing a white shirt that fit perfectly, highlighting her amazing curves. She was cute, well-behaved, beautiful, and incredibly attractive.

Bertha glanced at William, her face flushing red with shyness.

"William, what are you looking at?!" Rose's gentle demeanor vanished, replaced by a stern, professional look. She was clearly displeased with how blatantly William was checking out the young girl.

"N-nothing," William quickly straightened up.

Rose frowned. "William, pay attention to your attitude at work. Don't be so... lax."

She chose the word "lax" to be polite.

William nodded solemnly. "Yes, Rose."

Rose gave Bertha a worried look before leaving the room. She finally understood why Director Lan had glared at William earlier...

Once Rose was gone, William sat down opposite Bertha. He looked at her with a smile and spoke softly. "I'm William. You're Bertha?"

Bertha nodded, her head lowered, her face still blushing. "Yes."

"You have a beautiful name," William complimented her with a grin.

"Thank you," Bertha whispered, not daring to look at him. She sat down, intending to continue her work.

Looking at her youthful face, William couldn't help asking, "Bertha, how old are you? You look... haven't you reached adulthood yet?"

"Huh?" Bertha looked up at him in surprise, eager to prove herself. "I'm an adult! Really. I'm twenty-one this year. I just graduated."

She stared at William earnestly, afraid he wouldn't believe her.

"Twenty-one?" William was surprised. She had such a baby face. It was quite deceptive. Well, at least my wife isn't hiring child labor.

He felt relieved.

"But for a twenty-one-year-old, you've developed very well! Very healthy!" William exclaimed. Of course, he wasn't exactly praising her health...

Bertha froze, immediately realizing what he was referring to.

She panicked slightly. Seeing a stack of documents nearby that needed to be delivered to Rose, she quickly stood up and hugged the heavy pile, which came up to her chin. She scurried toward the door, mumbling, "William, I... I need to go out for a moment..."

William watched the petite girl struggling with the heavy load. He quickly stood up, extending his hands to help. "Where are you taking those? Let me help you."

He genuinely felt bad for her. That stack was too heavy for such a small girl.

Seeing William's enthusiasm, Bertha hesitated. Before she could nod or shake her head, William's hands were already there, supporting the documents.

Bertha’s mouth opened slightly in surprise.

Her wariness of strangers made her reluctant to accept his help. She tried to pull away. "William, um, actually... actually, I can handle it myself..."

"Ah!"

Suddenly, Bertha cried out.

In her struggle to refuse his help, she lost her grip. The documents began to slide, cascading toward her like a paper avalanche.

Seeing the papers falling toward Bertha, William instinctively reached out with his left hand to block them. But in his haste, his hand brushed against Bertha’s small, delicate hand.

To protect the documents, William didn't have time to think. He grabbed Bertha’s hand—which was soft and cool to the touch—and pressed it against her chest to stop the slide.

"Bertha, your hands are so cold," William frowned. He enjoyed the touch, but his concern was genuine. Does she have poor circulation?

He was being serious!