Soon, the office emptied. Standing at the door, Yaoyao stopped the male employee from earlier. "What's going on?"
"Manager told us to leave, but he'll see you soon," he said.
Yaoyao let out a breath. "Thanks."
Once the others left, a young man in a suit stepped out of the manager's office. He looked about twenty, a bit over 1.7 meters tall. His bright eyes, sharp nose, and tanned skin gave off a sunny vibe.
Yaoyao stared at him, feeling he looked familiar. "You... you're..."
"I'm the Security Manager," he said, nodding politely, though his eyes flashed with amusement.
Ha, the flat-chested girl from the elevator. He'd forget faces, but not that.
"Security? But weren't you with the PR team?" Yaoyao recalled him yelling at her before.
"Do I look like I live off others? Those guys are PR. I'm Security."
No wonder he was angry when she sent him to PR. "Sorry, I thought you were one of them."
"Forget it. Why are you here?" He pulled out two chairs.
Yaoyao hesitated. If he was friends with that jerk, she'd be in trouble. "Manager, are the guys you worked with yesterday your friends?"
"Them? Just coworkers. I don't mix with pretty boys who sell their looks."
Relieved, Yaoyao's eyes welled up. "I need your help."
Seeing her tearful, rabbit-like face, Long Qi's heart stirred. "How old are you?"
"Nineteen," she whispered.
"Same as me, huh?" Funny, she looked even younger. Did Aotian change his taste?
"Manager? Manager?" Her voice snapped him out of it.
He cleared his throat. "Right, you need help. What's wrong?"
"It's only my second day, and the PR guys keep harassing me. I was hoping..."
"What?! Someone's harassing you? Bo Sen allows this? I'll help you. Tell me everything."
"Can I skip the details?" she asked carefully.
"No way. I need the whole story to help you. Go on."
"Well... that jerk earlier, he..."
"No need, I already guessed," Long Qi interrupted.
"Huh?"
"Just tell me the rest."
She described the elevator incident. Long Qi, hoping for drama, lost interest. So many girls wanted Aotian's attention, and she was complaining?
"Anything else?" he yawned.
"Yes!" she quickly added.
"Go on!"
"This morning, the PR manager, Long Ye, and that jerk..."
"Long Ye? Which one?"
"His name's Long Ye."
Long Qi's eyes lit up. So Long Ye worked with Aotian today?
"Go on, did the two of them...?"
"No. Long Ye didn't do anything, just covered for him," Yaoyao explained.
Disappointed, Long Qi sighed. "So it was just Aotian. What do you want me to do?"
"The jerk stole my phone. There's proof on it. If you call my number, you'll see who has it."
"Smart. Give me your number." He dialed. A familiar ringtone echoed through the quiet office.
Yaoyao froze. "That's my ringtone. But how..."
Just then, the office door opened. Aotian leaned on the frame, spinning a pink flip phone, smirking.
"It's him! Manager, he's the one!" Yaoyao grabbed Long Qi's arm, pale and shaking.
"Him? Perfect. The proof's on the phone, right?"
"Yes!"
"Wait here." Long Qi walked over, snatched the phone, and handed it to Yaoyao. "Find the proof."
Her eyes darted between Aotian and the screen. Smug jerk... your luck's run out! But after searching—
"He deleted it?!" The evidence was gone.