Chapter 4: Saviour Ron, The Maintenance Guy

Victoria Park ran through the halls of Fashion Factor in a pair of Jimmy Choo heels. Something unbelievable had just happened in the history of their company.

She slowed at the President’s office, knocking and tugging her short, short skirt down as she entered it. The director of the Public Relations Department was here as well.

“Ma’am, you need to see this!” she panted, holding Ron’s test paper over Bella Humphrey’s desk.

“What’s this about, Victoria?” Adina, the tall, inquisitive director of the PR department with an endowed backside, butted in and peered into the sheet meant for her boss.

“A candidate just scored full marks in the job application test!”

“That’s impossible,” Bella scoffed, placing her elbows casually on her desk, “We’ve made the questions extra difficult for even high-IQ persons. No one should be able to get a full score.”

“How are you so sure that this miracle candidate didn’t cheat?”

Bella collected the test paper as Victoria replied in awe, “I watched him like a hawk, Ms. Adina. He didn’t break a sweat during the exam and finished in barely ten minutes.”

Victoria Park hadn’t been bluffling. The candidate scored a hundred percent. But Bella froze when she saw the name on the test paper.

The candidate and her husband shared the same first name. It had to be a coincidence because Ron was at the security department applying for a guard job as she requested.

Moreover, her husband was anything but a genius. He would never ace a test this difficult. She shook the absurd thought away and handed Victoria the paper.

“Bring the outstanding candidate to my office immediately. I’d examine him myself…”

Meanwhile, Ron wandered around each floor of the company after Victoria Park declared that he had gotten a perfect score on the test. He had only come here twice since he married Bella.

He was proud of his wife. She had done an excellent job in building something great and worthy of its name.

“Excuse me. Are you the one meant to fix the printer in office 4?” a petite woman with bouncy curls on her head tapped his back.

Startled, Ron jerked around to face her. She had a button nose, sparkling eyes and a slim waist, but she was about half his height.

“Uhm—“

The woman cut him short and rambled on, “Good. The director has been on my neck all morning because of it. You have to save my life.”

She tugged him in the opposite direction with the hand around his arm, and for someone so small, she had impressive strength.

Ron let her lead him because he had nothing else to do while the others concluded their test. There was still time for a little distraction.

“This is it. Since this morning, it hasn’t worked.”

Ron eyed the sizable machine in the left corner of the square office block. “It’s big.”

“Yes, duh. Can you fix it or not?”

Hands in his pocket, Ron sighed and spared a shrug. “Well, I can’t say no.” He flashed a charming smile. “I have to save your life, remember?”

But her phone rang and she held up a finger. He heard the shouts coming from the other end of the line and pitied her.

“No, ma’am—Yes, I—I’m sorry,” she stuttered as she walked away from him.

Ron decided that it was time to go back when she left. He turned to the printer and fixed it easily.

He was heading to the exit when he heard something faint. Drawing closer, the sound became louder.

A woman’s moans.

Ron was instantly curious, especially when he found the door to the main office unlocked. The moans got louder, even though the room was empty.

He came around the desk and found the computer logged onto a p**n website. A close up view of the star’s luscious big breasts were on the screen.

She kept moaning, pinching her rosy pink nipples hard as someone pounded into her from behind. Ron latched onto the view, eyes wide, mouth drooling.

A tent formed in his pants, hardening by the second.

“Who the fuck are you?!” a voice suddenly said.