The Genius She Treated Like a Dog

Chapter 9

I knocked on the office door and waited patiently until Karen finally opened it.

"Get the fu*k in."

She walked back to her seat, putting her feet up on my desk. Her phone was set to speaker, and she was chatting with Paul Cook.

"Who's there, my darling Karen?"

"Just my pet," Karen replied, gesturing toward the floor beneath her feet, where a cup of coffee had spilled, leaving the cup broken.

"You're dressed nicely today. Now get down there and wipe up that coffee with your shirt. Not a single drop should remain."

Karen leaned back, giving me a mocking smile.

I swallowed my anger and knelt to clean the floor with my sleeve.

Paul's laughter came through the phone. "Karen, you're impressive. Even your pet listens better than others."

"He stuck around on his own, begged to be my pet, so now he has to listen."

"It's an honor for him to be a pet with you, the goddess."

"Charmer, wanting me to spoil you, aren't you?" Karen asked playfully.

Paul picked up on her hint, "Then tonight, I'll make sure to show you a good time, Karen."

Karen giggled. "You better make sure you do."

I stood up and told her the floor was clean.

Paul's voice chimed in, clearly in a mocking tone, "I'm out in the suburbs; it's hard to get a taxi. Have your pet drive over to pick me up."

"Fine, wait there," Karen said with a smug look at me. "You heard him. Go pick up my sweetheart. And book a luxury suite at Luminaria Hotel, remember?"

I couldn't care less who she was planning to meet there; she was simply a bit*h who slept around.

But I knew the contract issue had to be settled.

"Why are you still standing here? Get lost," she barked.

"Ms. Moore, there's a problem with Paul's contract. I suggest—"

Before I could finish, Karen cut me off.

"Suggestions? You're just my servant. You're not even worth it. Just sign it and don't hold up my fund transfers."

'She's hopelessly foolish,' I thought.

I frowned as I refused, "If you are so confident in this project, sign it yourself. I won't be part of such a bad deal."

Karen stood up and slapped me. "How dare you stand up to me!"

"You better behave like an obedient pet, or I'll have you out of a job immediately!"

She was too stupid to get to know that I had no interest in working for the Moore Group.

Spoiled by Bill, she doesn't see that I'm only here to fulfill a contract.

It was a five-year contract, and there was less than a month left.

But I do believe in honoring contracts. I promised to protect the Moore Group for five years, and I'll stick it out until the very end.

There's no point in reasoning with this clueless woman; Paul will be easier to handle.

"I'll pick up Paul first," I said.

With that, I left and drove to the location.

From a distance, I saw Paul bidding a flirty farewell to a woman in a crop top.

He soon walked alone to the intersection where I waited.

I drove over and stopped beside him.

"Pretty quick, the Moore family's pet is just impressive," he sneered.

I stayed silent in the car, and he angrily knocked on my window, shouting. "Don't you know how to serve people? Get out and open the door, and invite me in!"

I looked straight ahead, unmoved by his demands.

'How absurd,' I thought, 'a spoiled playboy from a fallen family, idle and arrogant, looking down on me.'

Paul was fuming and tried to kick the car door. I abruptly hit the gas, moving the car slightly forward. Caught off guard, he fell flat on his face.

I rolled down the window, my tone cold. "You have three seconds to get in. If you don't, I'm leaving, and you can find your own way to the Luminaria Hotel."

"How dare you treat me like this!"

"Two seconds left!"

"Andy, I can have Karen deal with you with just one call!"

"One second!" I started up the car again.

In a flash, Paul was in the back seat.

"I'm calling right now. You'll be apologizing to me. Just you wait."

'What a pair of fools.' I floored the gas pedal, and the sudden movement made his head thump against the seat.

"What..." he began, but I cut him off.

"Karen's a ticking time bomb. In a bad mood, she won't spare anyone. If you want to invite trouble tonight, go ahead, call her."

That foolish woman thinks she's a queen, using men like toys for her amusement. Her kindness has an expiration date, and even though Paul is dense, he realizes that much.

He leaned back angrily. "Stop talking and drive faster."

"Paul, I've seen your contract. I'm advising you to think carefully and take it back."

"Andy, how dare you meddle in my business! You're just a fu*king slave!"

I remained calm. "If you want money, ask Karen while she favors you. Getting a few million should be easy. But the investment project? Let it go."

"Andy, stay out of it. If you mess this up for me, I'll make sure you lose your job!"

"Talking to an idi*t is tiring. Since you can't understand the reason, I'll just hand the contract to Bill. I'm sure he'll grasp the situation."

We arrived at the hotel just then. I glanced at Paul, whose face had turned pale with anger.

He knew I could do it, and if Bill got involved, not only would the project collapse, but he'd also lose any chance of benefiting from Karen's favor.

"Alright, Andy, threaten me? We'll see about that!" Paul snapped as he got out, slamming the door hard.

I hadn't even left the hotel parking lot when my phone buzzed with Karen on the line.

"Asking for trouble, huh? Basta*d! How dare you to upset Paul?"

I could hear Paul's whining voice in the background, "Karen, he's counting on Bill's support. He doesn't take you seriously at all."

"You mangy slave, get to the hotel room and apologize, right now!"