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Chapter 26 Part 1 Overtime, Delivery Girls, and Damage Control
"You people are the worst. I'm never delivering to this company again!" The delivery girl, panting, sat up on the conference table, grabbed at the clothes scattered nearby, and pouted as laughter drifted in from outside.
"Hey, my clothes are torn!" She cupped the breasts that had just been kneaded out of shape, then peeked down. The dewy pink folds she'd quietly been proud of were a mess inside and out; from belly to inner thighs, streaks of semen glazed her skin. Her dense pubic hair was so clotted with white that not a strand of black showed clearly the work of more than one man.
She huffed, "So annoying! You won't touch your own female coworkers, only bully delivery girls. And you shot so much! You're paying for my clothes!" She pouted again and snatched a fat stack of tissues to wipe between her legs.
"Here." A male colleague flicked a pale blue bundle at her.
"What's this!" She flinched and didn't catch it. Then she realized it was her panties the pair they'd ripped off earlier. Her face flushed. She slapped the table and snapped, "Your company is awful!" which only earned more laughter.
I glanced at the progress bar on the file uploading to Wang Linsheng, then strolled out of my office.
It was past eleven; a good chunk of us were still working late. Xunxing was running a weekend outdoor promotion at a mall next week, and the prep was heavy and detailed.
After getting back from the hospital that afternoon, I'd convened a meeting and walked everyone through tasks. Time had flown.
There's no stock‑option mythology in this world; morale boils down to two things: money and sex.
And sex needs novelty.
"Ugh, I didn't even want to deliver here, but the boss lady was busy, so I had to. Never again!" After cleaning up, she dumped the used tissues on the floor, tugged on her panties and thigh‑length dress, hopped off the table, and tied her hair up.
The team ignored her. They cracked open the stacked takeout boxes and dug into supper; the guys had already had their "first course."
"I'm leaving. Thanks for the order bye!" She grabbed her insulated basket, waved, and trotted out.
"And thanks for delivering yourself too! Careful or the building guards will rape you again!" someone shouted. More snickers. At the word "guards," eyes slid toward He Yicheng, who was also working late.
"Wait, miss don't rush off!"
She turned, a bit surprised, then smiled when she saw me. "You must be the boss. Do you want to rape the delivery girl too, like they did?"
I grinned. Any woman delivering past eleven like Yiyi used to bringing up room service comes prepared to be "raped."
For fun, they'll run through the whole arc themselves: surprise, fear, cries for help, coy refusals, and pouting at the end.
"Relax, I just have something for you." I pulled a fifty from my wallet and held it out.
When they'd laid her on the table, I hadn't joined in. A boss gangbanging a delivery girl in front of the staff is not a good look.
But the tip was my responsibility.
"Thanks, boss!" she chirped, snatching at the bill. I pulled back on purpose.
She blinked and leaned in farther; I slid a hand onto her chest through the thin dress. Small, but very nice no wonder they couldn't keep their hands off her.
"Small, but fun to touch," I said with a lewd smile.
"If you want to touch, call our boss lady. Hers are bigger. Don't mess with me, I have more deliveries."
"What, the meat is gone and I can't even taste the soup? Running off to the next customer already? Itching for cock?"
The team roared. She puffed her cheeks, snatched the fifty from my hand, bowed a quick "Thanks, boss!" and left.
"Funny girl. Do you order from them often?" I asked once she'd gone.
"That place is known for 'playable' delivery girls. Sometimes the boss lady delivers in person way more fun."
"At this hour, no need to be polite to them. They like the tips too."
"Should Xunxing add a 'pick a hot delivery girl' feature?" I asked, glancing at the big screen. Downloads had passed 1.1 million.
"Haha, I'll draft a framework and we can test feasibility," said Bing; the man never turned off when it came to work.
"We'll shelve that for now. Let's nail this promotion. It's late wrap up and go home. Ladies, be careful heading downstairs. Don't end up like He last time, getting 'raped' by the security guards."
Everyone burst out laughing again; a few even coughed mid‑bite. He flushed and complained, "Why bring that up! It was past eleven; I had to let them. They came all over me. When I asked whether anyone would walk me home after they finished, they just pulled up their pants and left. Infuriating."
"You could call your boyfriend," I teased.
"Him? I'd rather be raped by guards. If he picks me up, he'll dump me at one of his buddies' places overnight. I'm done with him."
"So who's comforting Miss He tonight?" someone asked.
A few guys lunged as if to pounce; she laughed and backed away, arms over her chest. "Don't! I'm off!"
The banter took the edge off overtime fatigue. I went back to my office. Wang Linsheng was pinging me.
"Yayi, I've mostly smoothed it over. Not easy, but editors and reporters at the major local outlets all owe my dad favors. They'll keep coverage simple: an unstable man slashed a doctor, the doctor is in a coma. No digging into Xunxing."
Controlling negative press that was another thing I'd brought from the old world.
"Great. Thanks, Linsheng. What do they want in return?" I didn't believe they'd just roll over.
"Some of them owe my dad already; some want to build goodwill; some have business ties. Two asked to 'play' with Yuejun and some other flight attendants. I've arranged that. Also, one wants to do a feature on our company, which isn't bad."
"Which outlet?"
"Lead cover reporter Liu Xiaoyu from Business+. She's interested in our model. She'll talk to me first, then to you and your team. She's famous for 'pussy interviews' don't let her off easy."
I frowned slightly. Media features this early felt premature; overexposure could backfire on Xunxing. But he'd already agreed and we owed favors…
I'd glimpsed Liu Xiaoyu once at Lin Xiong's office bookish and tempting. Fine. Let her bring her "pussy" over.
"Alright, send me the schedule. Also, the mall activation deck's in your inbox. Things are on track. Show up to rally the troops."
"Haha, I skimmed it it's fun. I'll come. Not sure about Yuejun; if she's on a flight, I can't help it. If she can't make it, I'll bring my sister."
His sister TV host Wang Linting, picker of top‑tier pre‑milk tea. Curious how many leaves those breasts could cradle.
"One more thing: a bank friend sent me a list of girls enrolled in the 'credit card service' program. I'll forward it. You can 'book' whoever you want personally or as staff perks. Quality's decent."
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