Chapter 12
Camille let out a cold, mocking laugh before walking straight up to the warehouse supervisor.
“Ms. Layton! What brings you here?”
Vernon Farmer hurried over, wearing a flattering smile.
“Mr. Farmer, assign Max one truckload of cargo each day. He’s not allowed to go home until it’s finished.
“If he tries to leave early, contact me immediately!”
She jabbed a finger in my direction.
Vernon hesitated. “Mr. Wexler? 1-”
“It’s alright. I understand.”
Everyone at the company knew what was happening between Camille and me.
I wasn’t just the Layton family’s lapdog; I was hers as well.
“Don’t think that just because you’re working here, you’re off the hook for office duties.
“If you don’t handle company matters on time, I’ll still give you a slap!“!
Camille glanced my way before walking off with Kieran, her hips swaying confidently.
“Damn, Mr. Wexler.
“Don’t worry, I’ll give you the lighter loads. There’s no point in wearing you out.”
Vernon sighed. There was a trace of helplessness in his voice.
“Thanks,” I replied.
Before long, I was already moving the cargo.
Vernon had his doubts at first, but when he saw that I wasn’t breaking a sweat or gasping for air, he couldn’t hide his surprise.
“Mr. Wexler, I always figured office guys like you were pretty weak.
“I never thought you’d have this kind of stamina!”
I smiled. I usually hit the gym after hours, so it wasn’t surprising that I was in better shape
than most.
Even while moving cargo, my phone kept ringing with calls from the office about one problem or another.
I had to grab whatever moments I could between tasks to deal with them.
By the end of the day clalining I wasn’t tired would’ve been a lie.
Still, I wasn’t about to give in to Camille.
That said, it wasn’t all bad.
I’d spent years behind a desk, only knowing freight shipping on paper. Being out here on the front lines showed me just how many real challenges there were.
For me, it was a valuable test.
Evening came quickly. After unloading an entire truck, I was completely drained.
Just as I was about to head home, a sleek sports car pulled up outside the warehouse.
“Max!” Sophia called as she stepped out.
Her sheer, sleeveless blouse and fitted jeans perfectly showed off her curves, mixing mature, seductive charm with a fresh, youthful glow.
She hurried over as soon as she spotted me.
“How did you know I was here?” I asked, caught off guard.
“If I want to know something, I always find a way,” Sophia said, pulling out a wet wipe to gently wipe the sweat from my forehead.
“You’ve been working all day. You must be starving. Come on, let’s grab something to eat.”
I managed a weary smile. “I’m beat… I don’t know if I have the energy tonight.”
Sophia rolled her eyes.
“Please! Who said I need your company?
“There’s a line of people waiting to have dinner with me, you know.”
But despite what she said, she still shoved me into the passenger seat.
“Relax. Eating with me won’t wear you out.”
I smiled, pulling out a cigarette as she opened the convertible top.
Music played softly in the background, and the subtle fragrance of jasmine hung in the air around Sophia.
Somehow, the day’s fatigue started to
melt away
I assumed she was taking me to a restaurant.
But to my surprise, we pulled up to her place again.
“You’ve been at it all day. Go sit in the massage chair.
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“If you don’t, you might not be able to lift your arms tomorrow.”
She gently guided me toward the chair, making sure I was settled comfortably.
“I’ve been trying out some new recipes,” she added. “How about being my taste tester?” Before I could say anything, Sophia slipped into the kitchen, leaving me a bit surprised.
I never would’ve expected her to know how to cook.
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After all, a pampered heiress like her hardly seemed the type to try her hand in the kitchen.
But before I could dwell on it any longer, I was already dozing off in the massage chair.
At some point, my phone vibrated, but the buzzing stopped almost as quickly as it started.
I had no idea how much time had passed until Sophia’s gentle voice woke me.
“Hey, sleepyhead. Dinner’s ready.”
