David Carter had a hard time moving all the goods from the car into the freight elevator by himself. At this moment, a crowd of people getting off work poured out of the passenger elevator. David Carter thought to himself, "This is bad." He hurried to Room 1106, only to find that there was just one woman left in the office—a woman in a professional suit, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, with a stern expression on her face.

The scent of high-end perfume lingered around this lady. Her outfit was exquisite, and she carried a handbag under her arm that, while unbranded, looked obviously expensive. Her slender fingers were painted with nude nail polish, giving off a refined, "white-collar elite" vibe. Her delicate nose was wrinkled, her well-groomed eyebrows arched, and she kept anxiously glancing at the impressive women's watch on her wrist. As soon as she saw David Carter, she asked sternly, "Why are you so slow? It's already after work hours."

David Carter nodded and bowed, his words as sweet as honey: "Miss, there was a traffic jam on the way. I barely made it downstairs, and then I ran into the rush hour crowd. I had to go back and forth all by myself... Please understand... I'll get everything installed for you right away, I promise it won't delay your work tomorrow."

The woman interrupted David Carter: "By yourself? Only one person delivering? So it's a small company. Can you guarantee after-sales service? What's wrong with the finance department, buying office supplies from a small company?"

"Miss..."

"Don't call me 'Miss.' My surname is Jian." Miss Jenkins clearly found David Carter's address too informal. She scolded him while frowning her delicate brows.

David Carter immediately adapted, eagerly handing over his business card: "Miss Jenkins, Manager Jenkins, I'm David Carter, the manager of the after-sales department. Because the delivery time for your order overlapped with rush hour, I had to come alone. Heh, our boss is kind-hearted and can't bear to see employees overworked. As the manager, I let others leave first and took the lead myself... Miss Jenkins, don't worry, this job isn't difficult. I can handle it alone and will have it installed in no time, guaranteed not to affect your work tomorrow."

Hearing David Carter call himself "manager," Miss Jenkins's expression softened a bit, and she nodded at him appreciatively: "At least you care about your employees... I'm the manager of the business department here, but I don't have time to mess around with you. Check the goods, and I'll process the inspection paperwork for you right away. Julie..."

Just then, a round-faced girl with a look of joy came out while talking on the phone. Miss Jenkins immediately called out to this unlucky girl named "Julie": "Take him to security, get him a temporary access card, and stay with him tonight to get the machines installed. Tomorrow, report your overtime to me."

Without waiting for Julie to respond, Miss Jenkins quickly signed the acceptance form, grabbed her handbag, and strode out of the office in her high heels.

"Why am I so unlucky?" Julie wailed, turning to glare at David Carter: "Of all times, why did you have to deliver during off-hours?"

David Carter replied sheepishly, joking, "Julie, the contract requires that we don't disturb your work during the day, so I can only work overtime at night. Honestly, I'm the unlucky one—I've worked overtime so many times this month, I can't even count them all."

Julie glanced behind her, then helplessly started walking out: "Just as I was about to leave, a friend called. I thought I'd take the call before heading out, and now look..."

After venting, Julie suddenly realized she was complaining to the wrong person. She quickly put the phone back to her ear and started ranting: "Great, now I can't have dinner tonight. I told you to call after I got off work, but you wouldn't listen. Because I answered your call, I was the last to leave and got caught... Ugh, now I have to work overtime, and who knows how late it'll be..."

Grumbling all the way, Julie led David Carter to the hotel front desk and got him a temporary access card. With the card in hand, David Carter sighed, "Actually, Miss Jenkins is quite thoughtful, getting me a temporary access card. Now I can have dinner before getting back to work."

Julie immediately gave him a sidelong glance and smiled, "I heard you're a manager too. Your company is making money, and now I have to work overtime with you, without even dinner. How about you treat me to this meal?"

Chapter Four: The Unqualified Access Card

It's the boss making money, not me. Besides, you get overtime pay, but who knows if I'll ever see mine?

That's what she thought, but her body betrayed her... Of course, any young man full of energy would find it hard to refuse a bright and lively girl, especially one of these office "white-collar elites," who happened to be the leading lady in David Carter's frequent daydreams. So, this opportunity... David Carter couldn't ask for more.

"A meal? No problem, no problem... Heh, I can't afford anything fancy, but a simple meal by the roadside is fine. You pick the place, but since we have to work overtime tonight, we can't go too far. Let's find somewhere nearby..." As David Carter spoke, he walked to the office building's access gate and swiped the temporary access card.