Upon entering, sure enough, I see... James has removed his trousers, pushing a young woman's head towards him.
Damn, it's so disgusting.
"Ugh!"
Sandra openly spat, making a statement of agreement with my perspective.
On seeing us enter, James was stunned, hastily pulling up his trousers and looking at me in panic.
"How... how did you get in?" he asked.
Glancing at the collapsed crotch of James's trousers, I replied scornfully, "Naturally, I came to see how you're sneaking around.
You're utterly shameless.
I've got the evidence now, prepare for a divorce."
With that said, I hurriedly left with Sandra.
If James wants to attack a woman, I won't foolishly stick around for his reaction.
After letting off some of this anger, I handed the evidence to a lawyer, sorted out my work clothes for the next day and prepared for my first day at work.
The company that recruited me is Global Money Transfer, the second largest financial group in Texas City.
I am somewhat surprised that I got a job there.
I was assigned to the design department.
As a new recruit, my tasks are all sorts of miscellaneous jobs.
But with a new job, I am certainly happy.
After a day's work, I tidied up my belongings and entered the elevator.
There was already a man inside the elevator.
Dressed in a casual suit, hands in his pockets, he exuded an air of nonchalance like a young boss.
"I'm heading up to the tenth floor to fetch a document, so I pressed '10'," I thought.
From behind, a languid male voice rang out.
"Floor 9."
I glanced to see that '9' hadn't been pressed.
Was he implying that I should press it for him?
Just then, my phone rang.
It was an incoming call from an unidentified number.
Being new to the company, I hadn't saved any of my coworkers' numbers so fearing someone was looking for me, I answered the call.
"At last, you have deigned to answer your phone," came James's voice on the other end of the line, which I hurriedly hung up on.
I had blacklisted James's number, not just his, but also Aria's and my parents'.
I was afraid they would find me, so my sole intention was to avoid them.
Before the divorce, I didn't want them to find me anymore.
I should have anticipated, James is not the kind of person who could be easily evaded.
"You hung up on me..." Ignoring his unfinished sentence, I hung up and quickly turned off the phone.
"9."
The man behind me lazily spoke again. Almost unwittingly, my hand reached out and pressed '-1'. From behind, there came the sound of a stifled laugh.
And yet, I haven't fully processed it all.
"You're not bad at Math," he said with a laugh and continued, "I really wonder how someone with your IQ managed to get hired at the company."
After concluding his statement, he pressed the number "9" button himself.
It was only then that I realized what I just did.
Oh god, how embarrassing!
My face was flushed, and in my bad mood, I muttered, "If you have hands, why did you need me to press it for you?"
"Because I'm lazy." Two simple words, answering my question instantly.
I guess his concise way of speaking is also out of laziness.
The elevator stopped at the tenth floor, and I walked out.
Even after the elevator doors shut, I could still hear the man's snickering sound.
Damn it, laugh your heart out!
Just as I got out of the elevator, I received a message from James.
"You hurt my manhood, prepare to compensate."
Following his message was a medical report from the hospital, diagnosed as erectile dysfunction.
What the hell!
His impotence has nothing to do with me!
I ignored him, and directly blacklisted his number.
When I returned to the rented apartment, the sight of the splashed red paint on the front door struck real fear into my heart.