Chapter 5: Wrong Place, Wrong Time

Ron went agape. The woman standing at the door was tall and had a pear shaped body and a golden skin tone.

Her cheeks flushed. Her eyes darted to the desk computer and back to him.

“I asked you a question!” She growled.

He immediately recalled her voice. It sounded exactly like the voice he heard screaming on the petite woman’s phone.

“Where on earth did you run off to, ma’am?” Ron placed his hands on his waist, facing away and taunting her, “You even carelessly left your door open.”

She winced fatally. “Bathroom break—Hey, I’m the one asking the questions here!”

“Yes, ma’am.” Ron raised his hands in surrender. “I stumbled upon your office. No harm intended.”

He clasped his hands in front of him, hiding the big problem on his lower body as he turned to her again. The star’s moans could still be heard in the background.

The woman marched over and slapped the screen shut, ending the awkward moment. Mortified, she raked a hand through her hair, shutting her eyes.

He bit back a laugh, clearing his throat. “Maybe next time lock the door, okay? We shouldn’t know what you do during your spare—”

She kicked Ron in the shin, but he caught her ankle on time, keeping her locked in place. When she started to wobble, her leg raised higher unconsciously, flashing her black lace thong.

“Ahh!” She screamed and jerked away from him, falling flat on her back.

Fume poured out of her ears. He was bringing her nothing but misfortune. She couldn’t believe he had seen her panties.

“I’m sorry. Are you okay?” Ron tried helping her but she swatted his arm away.

The woman stood by herself, reaching for the telephone on her desk. She punched a number so hard he thought the button would damage.

“Security! There’s an intruder in my office!”

Ron became alert, but he still let out a chuckle. “Wait. Wait. I’m not an intruder. It was the adult video playing on your computer that brought me to your office—“

“What video?” she crossed her arms over chest, sparing a sly smile and a narrowed gaze. “You either came in here to steal property or information. Why else would a non-employee stick their nose where it doesn’t belong?!”

At that moment, the petite woman entered the office with two security guards following her behind.

“Ms. Adina, they said you called them up.”

“Yes, Kate. I need them to escort this intruder out.”

“But, ma’am. He’s the one who fixed the printer. The maintenance guy.”

Ron rolled his eyes at their dialogue, they talked about him as if he wasn’t in the room. He tucked his hands in his pockets, bored.

“Really? A repairman?” Her sharp gaze fell on him again, sneering. “Then he must have come to steal from me. Bundle him out of here this instant!”

The first guard lunged for Ron, but he easily dodged him. The man tried again. Ron whipped him around and gave him a shove after a slap on his bald head.

Both of the guards came at him. Ron dodged their efforts with his hands clasped behind his back. The second guard tripped over his extended leg. And he made the first one twirl until he slammed into the office wall.

Kate and Adina’s mouths were on the floor. Adina squeaked, incapable of forming a sentence after what had just happened under one minute.

Immediately, she picked up the telephone on her desk to call for backup. “Hello—“

But Ron plucked the phone out of her hand and dropped it back in its place.

“I’m the candidate who scored a hundred percent on the job application test for the public relations department. Not an intruder, or a thief, or repairman.” He extended a hand to Adina. “Just Ron Benedict.”

Adina eyed the hand he offered. The turn of events had her shocked, but eventually, her eyes narrowed in fury.

She crossed her arms over her chest instead and said, “And I’m Adina Bayford, director of Fashion Factor’s Public Relations Department. I am in charge of the recruitment process for new employees. Not Bella Humphrey. Not Victoria Park or anyone else. Just me.”

“It’s a pleasure to be your acquaintance—“

“Mr. Benedict, I will never hire you.”