At the entrance, there was a sign posted: “Hiring waiters, monthly salary 1500.” Brian Harris felt a surge of joy in his heart—this was truly a case of searching high and low only to find it effortlessly.

He scurried inside, and Old Harris started shouting in the lobby, “I want to apply for the job! I want to apply! Anyone here?” Everyone nearby had already backed away, afraid this lunatic might suddenly bite someone. A few young married women, however, focused their attention on him, sneaking glances with their small eyes.

After a moment, a rather attractive woman approached. Seeing the security guards and waiters grinning at her, it was clear her position was not low.

“I’m here for the job. Isn’t there a notice at the door? For a waiter. What do you think of me? I can do all the dirty and tiring work, as long as you tell me what to do.” Before the woman could speak, Brian Harris started introducing himself.

The woman in red’s eyes suddenly lit up, as if she’d spotted a cooked duck, and she looked him up and down, nodding in approval from time to time. “Good, not bad, the conditions are really good.” Without any hesitation, she grabbed Brian Harris and took him up the elevator. “Young man, to be honest, we’re really short on people here. The only question is whether you can handle it.” She looked at him a bit hesitantly.

As soon as Brian Harris heard this, he patted his chest and promised, “I can do it, I can do anything. Just give me a bit more money if there’s a lot of work.” He did have a hardworking spirit.

The woman was delighted, her small eyes sparkling with excitement, and she assured him repeatedly, “Money’s not a problem. As long as you can do the job, that’s all that matters.”

Brian Harris couldn’t help but feel that the word “do” was emphasized by the woman, but a hard-won job like this—how could he give it up so easily?

Happily, he followed her through several twists and turns into a luxurious master bedroom—what a huge room! Especially the waterbed, which put his own to shame. The nearly hundred-square-meter room was bathed in a romantic pink glow from the chandelier, the dim lighting stirring a hint of desire, making Old Harris feel an urge to throw the woman onto the bed. Clearly, the “upright gentleman, Officer He” he bragged about to his wife was pure nonsense.

The woman assumed he understood, and finally gave him instructions: “In a bit, a guest will come. You just wait here, and when she arrives, keep her company… just chat with her. If you can satisfy the guest, we’ll hire you, with a monthly salary of ten thousand. Of course, tips and commissions depend on your own abilities.”

Ten… ten thousand?

Still in shock, Brian Harris became cautious. Could this be some dangerous job, or…?

After the woman left, she called over two new security guards and put on a stern face: “Keep an eye on the new guy. If anything happens, don’t blame me for turning nasty. And don’t let him run off—once you’re in this business, don’t think about getting out.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

With his unimpeded 500-meter hearing, Brian Harris heard the woman’s words loud and clear, and he was furious—so they were treating him like a gigolo?

“So that’s what ‘can do the job’ means!”

Only now did he realize he’d been hired as a male escort, a gigolo, or some kind of male companion, and he finally understood the meaning behind “as long as you can do the job.” But with two burly bodyguards at the door, Old Harris could only rack his brains for a solution. Although he’d grown up in Fengyang City, he had no close friends—partly because he’d moved to Beijing as an adult. In Fengyang, the only people he knew were from the orphanage, but after ten years, not only had they lost touch, even if they met, they might not recognize each other. What was he supposed to do?

Ask his wife for help?

No way, impossible. How could he tell her? “Hey, honey, I’ve been mistaken for a gigolo, come save me!” If he said that, he’d never be able to hold his head up in front of her—not in this life, not even in the next.

“Uh, is this room 5003?” a slurred, drunken female voice came from outside the door.

“Yes, this is the one. Please come in.”

Watching the woman stagger in, the two security guards both licked their lips, nudging the new guy with their elbows. To be honest, being a gigolo wasn’t easy—you had to satisfy all sorts of bizarre demands from women of every shape and size, and the physical toll was unimaginable. At just over twenty, you had to be ready for anything. For his first job to be with such a beauty—what luck.

Since she was this drunk, why not…?

The two exchanged a strange look, and the bolder one grinned lewdly: “After the kid’s done, we’ll take our turn. The woman’s so drunk, she won’t remember a thing.”

The other hesitated, “But the rules… If someone investigates, we’ll be in trouble. And the kid inside…”

“Relax, if anything happens, I’ll take the blame. The kid’s new, he won’t dare report us. Besides, isn’t there a saying about ‘unspoken rules’ these days? Yeah, we’ll just tell him it’s an unspoken rule. If he asks what that means, we’ll say, ‘Even if I told you, you wouldn’t understand.’ How about that?” The guard looked at him smugly.

“That… works, I guess. But do you even know what ‘unspoken rules’ means?”

“Of course not, who does?” the guard replied matter-of-factly.

The other was completely speechless.

Meanwhile, Brian Harris found the woman’s voice familiar, but in the next moment, his jaw dropped in shock. He vaguely remembered the seductive woman who’d interviewed him yesterday, and the beautiful name written on that form: Emily Cooper.