I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

For Fiona, every minute felt like an eternity, a torment. Terrence Sterling wouldn’t let her leave the room, making her wait for the outcome. Terrence Sterling sat on the sofa, smoking with an air of untouchability. Fiona clenched her hands tightly, covered in cold sweat.

Meanwhile, Rick had arrived at Grandmere. He found the hotel manager, identified himself, and stated his purpose. Upon hearing he was Terrence Sterling’s special assistant, the manager obliged and took Rick to the surveillance room. “Mr. Shepard, this way,” the manager gestured. “Alright,” Mr. Shepard followed along.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Soon, in the surveillance room, the manager instructed the on-duty staff: “Mr. Shepard needs a copy of the surveillance footage.” The staff inquired: “Which day? What time period?” The manager turned to Rick, who said, “At the beginning of last month, on the 5th. Check the evening of the 5th and the morning of the 6th for anyone leaving Mr. Sterling’s room.” “Understood,” the staff began retrieval.

Meanwhile, at Thornfield Gardens, a sports car screeched to a halt in Terrence Sterling’s villa yard. Stepping out was Harvey Fieldmouse. Upon hearing of Terrence Sterling’s accident in Meriton, Harvey Fieldmouse left his companions behind and hurried to Thornfield Gardens to visit. “Terry, Terry,” Harvey Fieldmouse rushed upstairs.

Mrs. Wooten quickly stopped him: “Mr. Fieldmouse, Mr. Fieldmouse, don’t go up there.” Harvey Fieldmouse looked puzzled: “Mrs. Wooten, what’s wrong? Isn’t Terry here?” Mrs. Wooten explained: “Miss Woods and Mr. Sterling are in the room.” “Which Miss Woods?” Harvey Fieldmouse quickly realized: “Is it Terry’s girlfriend?” Harvey Fieldmouse hadn’t met Fiona yet. Mrs. Wooten smiled and said, “Yes, Miss Woods is the first girl Mr. Sterling brought to Thornfield Gardens.”

Harvey Fieldmouse gossiped, “Mrs. Wooten, how long have Terry and Miss Woods been in the room?” Mrs. Wooten replied, “Nearly half an hour.” “Half an hour,” Harvey Fieldmouse laughed, “It seems he’s not severely injured if it’s only been half an hour. Just passed the test. With Terry’s fighting spirit, another hour should be no problem. I’ll wait downstairs for a while.” As soon as Harvey Fieldmouse finished speaking, there was a sound upstairs. It was the sound of a door closing. Curious, Harvey Fieldmouse went up and saw Fiona, eyes red and disheveled, coming out of the room. Her dress strap had slipped off her shoulder, evoking intriguing thoughts.

“Wow, interesting,” Harvey Fieldmouse quipped. “Just half an hour? Is Terry that weak? Just passed?” Taking a closer look at Fiona’s appearance, he felt somewhat disappointed. She wasn’t even half as attractive as Miss Florrick. How did someone with average looks like her catch Terry’s eye? Fiona glanced at Harvey Fieldmouse, her eyes red from being frightened, and stumbled back into the room. Her clothes had fallen when Terrence Sterling grabbed her earlier, and her eyes were red from being scared. Fiona felt a sense of relief: she didn’t know what Terrence Sterling had found out, but she knew that after he took Rick’s call, his look towards her was strange, a mix of disappointment and impatience. He ushered her out of the room.

In the room, Terrence Sterling took a deep drag of his cigarette, his eyebrows furrowed in a clear indication of his bad mood, an action best avoided. “Terry?” Harvey Fieldmouse cautiously entered, tentatively asking, “Are you… tired? Unsatisfied and unhappy?” Terrence Sterling glanced up, sending a sharp glare his way and casually threw a pillow at him.

“Darn, such a temper.” Harvey Fieldmouse caught the pillow, patting his chest. “Terry, what’s wrong? It’s been many years since I’ve seen you so angry.” Harvey Fieldmouse speculated, could it be that he just couldn’t perform? Hurt his pride? Harvey Fieldmouse’s gaze inadvertently shifted to Terrence Sterling’s crotch.

“Put away your wicked thoughts,” Terrence Sterling’s mood was irritable. Just a moment ago, Rick called, and Grandmere Hotel’s surveillance automatically refreshes monthly, the time had passed, and the surveillance from that day was gone. Harvey Fieldmouse chuckled, “Terry, just joking. I definitely wouldn’t doubt your prowess. Even if you failed, it must be due to the accident, not having fully recovered yet.”