Chapter 007
1034 Words
Once William entered the bathroom and stripped off his clothes, he realized like an i***t that he hadn't brought a change of clothes with him!
Great, he thought. I guess I'll just have to put these old rags back on. The same ones I wore all the way from the Middle East. Pitiful.
The bathroom was filled with a comforting, sweet fragrance—the scent of a young woman. William took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the aroma, and instantly felt relaxed.
Showers on the battlefield were quick affairs, and city life hadn't changed his habits much.
In less than five minutes, William was done.
Feeling refreshed, he looked at the towel rack. There were two bath towels hanging there: one green, one pink. Without hesitation, he grabbed the pink one.
He inhaled deeply, smelling the lingering floral scent on the fabric. His instincts told him this definitely belonged to his wife.
A husband using his wife's towel? Only natural.
Smells amazing.
It wasn't just shampoo or body wash; it was a distinct, enchanting natural body scent—pure and intoxicating. William let his imagination run wild for a moment before drying himself off, getting dressed, and stepping out.
As soon as he opened the door, he found Sophia waiting there, her face frosty.
William grinned. "Wifey, were you waiting to shower with me?"
"In your dreams!" Sophia snapped coldly. "Why are you showering on the second floor?! Is the bathroom on the first floor broken?"
William glanced down the stairs and shook his head seriously. "I'm not going down there! I'm scared of cockroaches!"
He puffed out his chest, saying it as if it were a perfectly valid excuse for a grown man.
Sophia was speechless. She huffed in annoyance, sidestepped him, and marched into the bathroom—she likely needed to use the toilet. Click. The door locked behind her, cutting off any further conversation.
William chuckled, unbothered. He shook his damp hair and started heading downstairs.
As he walked, his mind wandered back to Sophia. At twenty-eight, she had the figure of a goddess and an aura to match. Just looking at her felt like it improved his eyesight.
I wonder how many men are lined up trying to get a piece of that?
Meanwhile, inside the bathroom.
Sophia had just finished using the toilet when she noticed something. Her pink towel had been moved.
She closed her eyes, fuming. She could almost smell the faint scent of William's sweat lingering in the air. A wave of disgust and anger washed over her. She snatched the towel off the rack and threw it straight into the trash can.
"He is absolutely crossing the line!" Sophia stomped her foot, clenching her fists. Her eyes filled with undisguised loathing before she finally opened the door.
But to her surprise, William was waiting for her at the top of the stairs.
Sophia frowned. "What do you want now?"
"Forgot to tell you something," William said, leaning casually against the railing. "I'm going to work at your company starting tomorrow."
"Work?" Sophia blinked her beautiful eyes in confusion. "Since when? I didn't agree to that."
"Well, now you know," William laughed. "I'm your husband, after all. Just give me a Vice President position or something. Doesn't have to be too high-ranking."
"Vice... Vice President?! You're delusional!" Sophia glared at him, finding the idea laughable.
She wanted to refuse him outright. But then a thought occurred to her: If I let this guy stay home all day with nothing to do, who knows what trouble he'll cause?
She paused, considering her options. "What can you do? Since you chased away those thugs for Nora, you obviously know how to fight. Go to the security department. You can be a security guard."
"What?!" William looked at her in disbelief. "No way! I, William, am not going to be a security guard. That's way below my pay grade. There's no prestige in that."
William’s mind was racing. Which department has the most beautiful women? If I become a general manager, surely the female staff will try to curry favor with me... maybe even offer themselves up?
"Then what do you want? Don't even think about Vice President or senior management," Sophia said firmly, leaving no room for negotiation.
William’s dreams of being a boss were instantly crushed. If I can't be a manager, how am I supposed to enjoy office life?
"Either you go to the Sales Department as an entry-level clerk," Sophia said coldly, feeling she was already being too generous, "or you get nothing!"
"Uh... fine. How much are you paying me?" William asked. Seeing that Sophia was reaching her breaking point, he decided not to push his luck. If she got truly angry, his whole plan might fall apart.
Sophia had another thought. Since I don't like him, if he goes to the Sales Department—which is famous for having beautiful women—maybe he'll fall for someone else? Then I'll be free!
It seemed like a brilliant move.
"Like any other employee," Sophia said with a cold smirk. "Base salary of three thousand, plus commission. The harder you work, the more you earn."
"Deal!" William grinned. He thought about the potential perks of the Sales Department. Low salary? Who cares! What's yours is mine anyway, Wifey. But being surrounded by sales ladies? You really picked the right job for me.
"Don't... don't get any funny ideas!"
Sophia narrowed her eyes, her expression shifting from cold to icy. "I will reiterate: I will never like you!"
"My man must be superior to me in every way. He must be better than me!"
She stared him down. "Also, if you're going to work at the company, I'm warning you: You are not allowed to call me 'Wifey' at work. If you do, you're fired immediately! And don't even think about living here anymore!"
Huh.
The corner of William’s mouth curled up. He ignored her speech about not liking him. What caught his attention was the condition.
If I can't call her Wifey at the company... that means I can call her whatever I want outside the company, right?
William smiled triumphantly. Challenge accepted.
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