Chapter 8
When Julie arrived, Daphne was already at the door, wearing sky–high heels, a neatly–groomed haircut, and a black and white dress that showed business chic. A wave of modern fashion hit Julie as Daphne opened her mouth, “Sweetie, I’ve got a job for you, interested?”
“What job?” Julie was caught off guard and glanced at Daphne, a little confused.
It wasn’t until Daphne handed her a box of fancy condoms and said, “The patrons here are all loaded and won’t blink an eye at the price. Sell them for a hundred dollars, and give the hotel 10% commission, and then keep the rest. What do you say?”
Julie held the box of condoms in her hand, slightly shocked.
Daphne patted her shoulder, “This job’s a quick buck. If the manager wasn’t my kin, I wouldn’t have gotten this chance. Wanna give it a shot?”
Julie knew she was in desperate need of cash so she pursed her lips and eventually nodded in
agreement.
The weather in June in Whispering Pines wasn’t too hot, but Julie who had just rushed over, had a thin. layer of sweat on her face. Her fringes were damp with sweat, making her look a bit disheveled.
She took a deep breath, tightened the strap of her bag, and after negotiating with the hotel manager, she mustered up the courage to limp upstairs.
In the years since her divorce from Kieran, Julie had done many jobs, but she had never felt as awkward as she did now. Even standing by the door, she didn’t dare to knock.
If it wasn’t for her sister Sansa’s urgent medical bills, if it wasn’t for her sudden layoff, she probably wouldn’t have agreed to this job at this business hotel.
The beginning is always the hardest, but once she started, Julie realized that reality wasn’t as cruel as she thought. She managed to sell quite a few boxes smoothly, which boosted her confidence.
Julie accidentally took the elevator to the top floor.
The manager had said that the penthouse suite on the top floor was off–limits, so Julie had no choice but to turn back.
Just as she turned around, the door behind her was suddenly pushed open. A woman with delicate features and a curvaceous figure, wearing a sexy black lace negligee, gracefully waved at Julie, “Hey, gimp, are you hotel service? Here is trash and there’s hair all over the carpet, you know?”
Julie thought, “Isn’t hair pretty normal? Who knows if it’s this woman’s hair? And who is she calling me a gimp!”
Julie knew that those who could live on this floor were wealthy, so she didn’t dare offend them. Instead she explained with a smile, “I’m not housekeeping. If you need room service, you can call the front desk.”
The woman raised her beautiful eyes slightly, and she looked at Julie with some disgust, “Then what are you doing here?”
Since the woman asked, Julie answered directly, “I’m selling condoms. Interested? They’re ultra–thin, textured, and fruity.”
Before Julie finished speaking, the woman curiously asked, “Do you know how to use this thing?”
This question made Julie a little embarrassed. She looked down at the product in her hand, hesitated for a moment, and then replied somewhat uncertainly, “I think I know…”
“If you can describe in detail how to use it, I’ll buy ten boxes from you,” the woman raised an eyebrow at Julie.
If she sold ten boxes, Julie could make a decent amount of money. After deducting the hotel’s commission, the remaining money would be enough to cover the medical bills.
Thinking of this, Julie hesitated. She understood that some wealthy people liked to tease others, so she figured describing the usage wouldn’t be a big deal. Worst–case scenario, she would just read the instructions. So, she swallowed her saliva, plucked up her courage, and nodded, “OK.”
So, Julie limped into the suite with the woman.
As soon as she entered, a fuzzy and sexy voice came from the bathroom, “Get out!”
Although the voice was a bit fuzzy, Julie immediately recognized who it was.
Julie, who was holding the condom box, suddenly shook, and her first reaction was to run.
But her reaction was a bit too slow.
By the time she turned around, the man had already come out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.
“Freeze!” the man’s icy voice rang behind Julie.
