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His glanced at her face, then her leg.
"Miss,you okay?"he asked,voice deep.
She looked at him coyly,voice syrupy.
"My ankle...it's twisted.It hurts so much..."
He squinted,scooping her up.
"Hold on.I'll take you to the hospital."
She leaned close,whispering something in his ear.
His smile deepened.
In a few steps,he carried her away,likely to the parking lot.
They were gone all morning.
After lunch,the boss returned.
Sharp-eyed colleagues spotted lipstick on his shirt.
At home,my sister's neck and collarbone bore faint hickeys.
Quite the encounter!
After that,she and the boss met secretly from time to time.
When the time was right,she started asking for perks.
"This necklace is gorgeous!Would it look good on me?"
"They released a limited-edition watch!Can you please get me one,darling?"
She didn't know the boss,though seemingly wealthy, had no real power.
His wife held the purse strings.
Yes,he was married!
The company was her creation.
He played the loving husband in public but cheated in private.
He used to buy bags for mistresses,but recently,his wife grew suspicious.Now he had no say over company decisions
No funds for a mistress anymore.
Unable to get cash,my sister fumed,cursing inwardly:
"Slept so many times,and he's still stingy?"
"The few hundred dollars he slipped me?I can't afford surgery with these!"
"Thought a boss would be generous.Worse than my top fan!"
Her mood soured.
At dinner,I asked casually,
"Why haven't you streamed lately?"
I knew she was busy with the boss,neglecting her top fan.
I wanted to"remind"her of old clients.
Her mind clicked:
"Right!If he won't pay,others will!"
"He's ugly,but whatever.Money matters!"
To fund surgery,she spent nights out.
After weeks of "hard work",she finally scraped enough.
"Finally got it!"
I played ignorant to what she was doing.
When she flaunted her"earnings,"scorning me inwardly,I pointed at her nose.
"Your nose...is it a bit translucent?"
Panicked,she checked the mirror.
"It is...and here too...eyelids look a bit off..."
Which meant more surgery money for her.
While she toyed with men,my study was going on steadily according to my plans.
One night,James seemed distracted,glancing at me hesitantly.
I noticed."What's up?"
He paused,pulling out his phone.
"Is this your sister?"
The photo,likely candid,showed her with a familiar face.
Mark Hayes's wife.
"They were arguing,then made up."
"I took it to warn you.Hope it's not offensive."
He had a concerned expression on his kind face.
"Of course it’s not offensive.Thanks!"
Next day at work,I was still thinking about it.
Did Mark's wife catch her with him?
If so,why no drama?
Somehow,I felt uneasy.
