"Shh!" David Walker hurriedly stopped her. "Keep your voice down, don’t let the deputy editor-in-chief hear!" Emily Smith looked at him. "The deputy editor-in-chief already knows." "Ah!"

"The deputy editor-in-chief has been acting strange lately. As soon as she arrived today, she had someone clear out the editor-in-chief’s old office, saying it was the editor-in-chief’s idea. He’s never around, so the office is just sitting empty, might as well give it to you. So the deputy editor-in-chief came early this morning to wait for you..." "Ah!" David Walker thought to himself, it seems the power of the Kongtong faction is truly unfathomable! But it’s made things tough for me.

David Walker followed Emily Smith to the door of the deputy editor-in-chief’s office. Emily Smith carefully knocked on the door. "Come in." Someone answered from inside. Emily Smith pushed the door open a crack and poked her head in. "Deputy editor-in-chief, he... he’s here." "Oh, let him in." Emily Smith gave David Walker a push, but David Walker didn’t dare go in. The two of them were hesitating at the door when it suddenly opened, and the deputy editor-in-chief, dressed in a beige work outfit, stood in the doorway.

She still had that outstanding aura, and with her perfectly tailored clothes, she looked even more elegant and capable. "Come in." The deputy editor-in-chief spoke crisply. David Walker walked in with his head down, and accidentally caught sight of those beautiful legs in sheer stockings—long, shapely, absolutely flawless! David Walker couldn’t help but start fantasizing again.

"Sit down." The deputy editor-in-chief sat back in her seat. Her desk was large and triangular, covered with all sorts of photos, manuscripts, and some medium-sized models.

David Walker sat across from her, a tall stack of files blocking half his face. Hiding behind the files, David Walker cautiously sized up the deputy editor-in-chief. Only now did he finally have a chance to take a good, close look at her face.

What a stunner! Crimson lips, unspeakably sexy; behind her plain glasses, a hint of wildness in her eyes; a high, straight nose; delicate skin with a wheat-like glow!

"They all call me Sarah Carter, you can call me that too. No need for titles here." Though it was an introduction, her tone was stiff. David Walker knew she must have a poor impression of him. If it weren’t for the strength of the Kongtong faction, he probably wouldn’t have had a chance to speak with her at all.

"Your office is next to mine. I’ve already had someone tidy it up for you. Alright, you can go over now. As for your working hours, manage them yourself, long or short, it doesn’t matter. I won’t require you to clock in or out. Alright, is that clear?" David Walker nodded mechanically. Sarah Carter waved her hand. "You can go now."

David Walker stood up mechanically and walked to the door, when he suddenly realized—what exactly was his job? He turned around. "Uh, excuse me, what is my work supposed to be?" Sarah Carter looked up at him, twirling the Marlboro gold pen in her hand. "Whatever you want. Do whatever you like. There’s a computer in the office, you can get online. If you’re bored, play some games."

When David Walker came out, Emily Smith hurried over. "Hey, how did it go?" David Walker replied listlessly, "Do you have any game discs? Lend me a couple to install." Emily Smith was puzzled. "Playing games at work? Are you crazy?" David Walker clasped his hands in a salute toward the upper left. "Acting on orders!"

Emily Smith exclaimed, "Did Sarah Carter really tell you to do that?" David Walker nodded, feeling anything but pleased, and gloomily walked into his office, slamming the door behind him. Emily Smith shook her head and walked away.

Fine, you want me to play games, I’ll play games! David Walker clicked to download Warcraft, then thought better of it and uninstalled it, switching to the noisiest game, CS. After installing it, he hooked up the computer to the home theater speakers beside him and started the game.

"Boom boom boom! Rat-a-tat-tat..." He tossed a couple of grenades and sprayed bullets at the wall—not for any reason, just to make a racket. David Walker was annoyed: You want me to play games? I’ll show you how it’s done!

The noise carried straight outside. The editorial staff were all complaining, gathering outside David Walker’s door. Suddenly, Sarah Carter’s door opened. She glared at everyone, made a silencing gesture, and waved them all away. She glanced at David Walker’s office, said nothing, and went back inside.

He made a racket all day, and no one came in. Only the lovely Emily Smith brought him a glass of water. Seeing David Walker’s sour expression, she didn’t dare say anything and quietly backed out. Around four in the afternoon, David Walker called the driver Little Emily to pick him up. He really couldn’t stand another minute there.

Once inside the Lincoln, Little Emily asked, "Boss, heading home?" David Walker snapped, "No, not home, go to..." He thought for a moment. "Go to Red Bird Internet Café!" Red Bird Internet Café was the one David Walker often visited, where his dream girl, the internet café attendant, worked. He hadn’t seen her in two days, and now, with a wounded heart, he was desperate for some comfort.

It was Tuesday, business was slow at the café, and there were few people in the VIP area. The attendant girl wasn’t there; David Walker came up empty. The one on duty today was a slightly chubby girl. David Walker, feeling frustrated, grew bolder and called the attendant over. "Where’s the previous attendant?"