Chapter 4: an Old Photo
700 Words
"Knock, knock, knock—" She gathered her courage and stood in front of the president's office on the 17th floor, raising her hand.
A dead silence.
"Knock, knock, knock—" She knocked again.
Still, no one answered.
Jennifer took a deep breath. Just as she was ready to knock on the door for the third time, someone popped out from the office and kindly told her, "Secretary Jennifer, the senior management are having a meeting, and Mr. Hans just went to the conference room. I don't think he will be back anytime soon. If you have any documents, just leave them on his table."
She was taken aback, but looking around, she could see that there are less people in the office. They probably all went to the meeting.
"Okay, thank you." She smiled and thanked the man.
She then pushed open the door.
This was not the first time Jennifer had been here, but every time she came in, she was always impressed by the clean and tidy office in front of her.
Hans was a bit of a neat freak. So every time they shared a bed, there would be several servants to wipe down her body and even shave her body hair.
Just like him, Hans's office was clean and bright, without any mess.
Putting the document on the sandalwood desk, Jennifer was ready to leave when the corner of picture poking out of the drawer caught her attention.
Her curiosity got the better of her and she pulled out the photo.
It was an old, discoloured photo.
There were traces of wear and tear on the edge of the photo. It seemed that the owner often fiddled with it with his finger.
Jennifer widened her eyes in disbelief when she had a good look at the person in the photo.
The woman wearing a school skirt, with her hair tied up in braids, and a faint smile on her face was none other than herself!
This was a photo of her when she was a freshman in university!
Why did Hans have this photo?
Jennifer was puzzled as she hold the photo tightly. She did not put the photo back to its original place. Instead, she was clenching it when a deep, gloomy voice came from behind her—
"What are you doing?"
Jennifer's hand, which was holding the photo, tightened again. She turned around in a panic and instinctively hide her hand and the picture behind her.
She forced a smile on her pretty face and said, "You... finished the meeting?"
However, she couldn't help but feel anxious and uneasy.
"I... I am here to deliver a document to you. Since you are not around, I was just going to leave it here ..."
She stammered, "Now that I have given you... the file, I'll just..."
"Can I go now?" Jennifer wondered.
Hans did not speak. He had his suit in his arm and he was wearing a simple white shirt. He looked like a dreadful madman with his dark cold eyes, pale lips, and almost no expression on his face.
Jennifer felt the stress and pressure as Hans stared at her with his eyes narrowed.
His slender figure was standing at the door, and he noticed she was imperceptibly trying to hide something just now. Staring at her arm hiding behind her back, he slowly walked toward her.
"What is in your hand?" His hoarse voice sounded a little playful.
Jennifer took a swallow. As Hans approached her, she slowly stepped back. The palm of her hand holding the photo was covered with sweat.
"Nothing." She shook her head nervously.
Of course Hans didn't believe her. "Heh", Hans tilted his head. Jennifer quickly moved to avoid him.
Looking at her, Hans frowned.
He didn't give her any chance to react before he swiftly took a step forward and pressed his chest against her. She had nowhere to move and was cornered to the side of the table. He reached his arm out behind her.
As she felt a chill in her palm, the photo was already in Hans's slender fingers. He even waved it in front of her as if showing off.
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