"Sisi, please! Only you can save us. We're doomed if you don't come," David pleaded in a low voice.
Damn it! Do they really have to make this a public spectacle? Sisi glanced around, "Can you guys just leave? I need to work. If you need help, ask the manager, don't come to me."
Seeing his subordinate's outrageous behavior, the manager quickly reprimanded her. "Xixi, how could you speak to the vice president like that? You..."
"Shut up! How could you talk to Sisi like that!" Philip yelled at the manager, then turned to Sisi. "Sisi, I beg you! Only you can calm Joel down."
“Sissi, Joel is like an attack chariot right now; whoever stands in his way is doomed. I’ve never seen him so angry; he’s practically ready to kill. Sissi, please go and calm him down,” David pleaded softly.
"Is it really that serious?" Sisi asked suspiciously. "If I get caught in the crossfire, who will save me?"
Seeing that she seemed a little hesitant, Philip quickly encouraged her again. "He would never do anything to you. You know he cares about you the most; how could he possibly make you unhappy? Please! I beg you, you have to save us!"
"But," she hesitated, "I still have to go to work, I still have tasks to do, and..."
“Sisi,” David wailed. “Joel wanted to move you to the top floor, and you didn’t want to. Now you’re going to leave me to die for this damn job?”
"Okay! Okay! I'll go, but if I die in battle, you guys have to collect my body, okay?" Sisi reluctantly agreed.
"Alright, no need to clean up, putting out the fire is the priority." The two dragged her outside again. "Ted, Xixi is taking the day off!"
To everyone's astonishment, their "slave" was dragged away by the two vice presidents.
Standing at the door of Joel's office, Sisi turned around and saw David, Philip, and Molly waving their hands outwards. She had no choice but to turn back and hesitantly tap twice with her hand raised.
No response. Did he go out? Sisi had just turned halfway back when she heard this. "He..."
"If you want to die, get in here!" The voice was cold and harsh, sending chills down one's spine.
Sisi gasped, staggered back three steps, and slowly turned her eyes to the three people behind her, who all looked at her with fear.
After standing there for a while, Sisi slowly walked back, timidly turned the doorknob, and poked her little head through the crack in the door.
Joel's high-backed chair was facing away from her.
“Joe, I don’t want to die. But… can I come in?” she asked cautiously.
The high-backed chair suddenly spun around, and Joel's surprised gaze fell directly on him.
She involuntarily shrank back. "What I mean is, if I come in, can you guarantee you won't kill me and then cover up the crime?"
The three people outside were all on high alert, ready to rush over to save her at any moment, but they didn't expect a burst of laughter to suddenly come from inside the office, "No, doll, I won't kill you, I just want to eat you!" Then Sisi was pulled inside.
After a moment of silence.
"Wow! I knew it worked, but I didn't know it was this effective!"
"A miracle! It's simply a miracle!"
"Miss Xixi is amazing!"
The three of them looked toward the office at the same time.
"I wonder what they're doing right now?"
They made love on the desk.
The documents, folders, stationery, contracts, and other items that were originally on the table were all scattered on the carpet.
Joel couldn't wait to get to the bed in the suite next to the office. He only had time to unzip his pants, push Sisi onto the desk, lift her skirt, rip her lace panties, raise her legs onto his shoulders, and then entered her directly.
A fierce passion, heavy breathing, intoxicating moans, and the two reached a storm-like climax simultaneously.
Afterwards, Joel chuckled softly, still panting and unsteady on his breath, "I've discovered that every time I'm with you, I turn into a bull in heat." He slowly withdrew from her body and pulled her skirt down.
"Sorry I tore your panties, baby, but I'll give you two dozen pretty silk panties back, okay?" He kissed her neck tenderly, adding in her ear, "All sorts of colors." He savored the kiss, inhaling her unique fragrance.
"Then I'll tear it apart!"
"Princess Chris, there are guests in the president's office. Could you please wait in the reception room for a moment? I will inform the president that you have arrived immediately," Jasmine respectfully inquired.
Princess Chris was a quintessential European beauty, with brown hair and eyes. Talented, elegant, and possessing an unmistakable aristocratic air, she was the king's most beloved daughter. Countless princes, dukes, and nobles coveted her virtuous beauty, but she remained unmoved, stubbornly waiting for someone who could truly capture her heart; otherwise, she would rather remain unmarried for life.
When Joel first visited her country to negotiate the Seth Corporation's business with her father, the King, she fell irrevocably in love with him at first sight. His handsome, resolute appearance, cool aloofness, and sensual physique captivated her. That very night, she told her father that Joel would be the one she would spend her life with, and that she was even willing to lower herself to pursue him. The King, well aware of her gentle yet strong-willed and principled personality, and knowing that Joel was a suitable match for the princess, agreed to fully support her. This trip to America was thus planned.
“Of course, I will do my best to cooperate with him and will not make things difficult for him. Please don’t worry about me,” Princess Chris said with a smile.
"Princess, this way please." Jasmine led Princess Chris to the reception room, served her drinks, and respectfully asked her to wait a moment.
Jasmine hurriedly stepped out of the reception room and was greeted by David and Philip, who had rushed over upon hearing the news. The princess's personal maid also came out of the reception room at this moment.
"I am Anne, the princess's personal maid." She spoke arrogantly, her chin held high. "The princess hasn't had a proper rest since she got off the plane. Please, your CEO, hurry up so as not to disturb her rest."
“Of course, of course, I’ll inform him right away.” Watching Annie re-enter the meeting room, Jasmine turned to face the two vice presidents. “Alright, what should we do now?”
David and Philip looked at each other in bewilderment.
“Go away! You’re older than me!” Philip interrupted.
"What does age have to do with this? You're an old person, so you're more favored."
"Favored? Where? I had no idea. Besides, being the princess is your responsibility, don't forget that."
The trouble was still there, but they started cursing at each other.
"Hey! Time is of the essence, do you still have time to argue?" Jasmine shouted angrily.
The two men turned to her in unison, "You go! Being the CEO is your responsibility!"