I talked to my boss about online dating. Meeting in person was out of the question. She didn’t know her online boyfriend was an employee of the company… Recently, the boss had been in a bad mood. Everyone who sensed this was working diligently, even slacking off less than usual. The boss was working crazy overtime, and no one dared to leave before her. As a result, we all ended up working until 11 or 12 at night. I was so exhausted that I developed dark circles under my eyes, and my skin even worsened. To be honest, I was probably the only person in the entire company who knew the reason for the boss’s irritable behavior, but I couldn’t say anything. Because the boss had just gone through a breakup. Coincidentally, that “ex” was me. Only she didn’t know it yet. The cause of all this was that my online girlfriend of two years wanted to meet in person. I met her on Twitter. She had posted a plea for help with the title “Why can’t I find a boyfriend?” When I clicked on it, the content read: “I’m a woman, 175cm tall, 45kg, 25 years old, graduated with a master’s degree from a top university in China, majored in Management Science and Engineering. Currently, I’m the vice president of a listed company with an annual salary of at least a million. I have a car and a house, and I look like a goddess. I’m still single. What’s wrong with me?” The comment section was full of mockery. “Fishing post, confirmed.” “Is the OP living in a dream? A master’s degree from a top university, just about 25 years old, and already a vice president of a listed company? Please, at least make it believable before you brag.” “As we all know, the only way to become a vice president at such a young age is through family businesses. Unfortunately, these rich kids usually study abroad.” With a playful mindset, I commented below, “It might be mainly a looks issue. Post a photo and let’s see.” After posting, I exited the thread. But not long after, the original poster sent me a private message. “Hi, can I send it privately?” Me: “?” Although confused, as a drama lover, I couldn’t resist the temptation to see how this would play out. “Sure.” Then a photo came through from the other side. I spat my coffee all over the desk. What the hell, 175cm? I wouldn’t believe it even if you said 150cm. It was a mirror selfie, with a third of the face covered. Due to the angle, the head looked big and the body small. She was wearing black-framed glasses, making her look both unfashionable and unattractive. But I had to admit, there was nothing wrong with that face. Even though only a large part was visible, those lips, that nose, those eyes, everything screamed four words: “I am a beauty” Somehow, she looked oddly familiar. Internally screaming, “How can there be a woman in this world who is beautiful but doesn’t know it,” and with a helpful attitude, after zooming in and out three or four times, I typed furiously: “You need to learn how to dress and take photos. Change your glasses, switch to frameless ones, or better yet, wear contacts. Don’t take photos from this angle! Tilt your phone slightly, with the charging port closer to you. Change your skirt, wear something slightly shorter, black maybe…” The other side replied with a “Thank you very much.” After finishing my advice, I didn’t pay much attention to it. But this girl followed my suggestions and sent me her “homework” the next day. After I gave more guidance, she did the same on the third day, then the fourth day, and the fifth day. Just when I was getting impatient, she proactively asked to add me on SnapChat and even offered to pay me a consultation fee. With the mindset of “It’s stupid not to make money when you can,” I gave her my personal account. Then a familiar avatar added me as a friend. Isn’t this the little boss? My hand trembled, and I accidentally accepted the request. Feeling my heart sink, I quickly changed the settings to chat only. My brain rapidly tried to recall if I had accidentally filled in my personal account somewhere in the company. The other side was typing for a while, then came a message: “Thank you very much for your guidance and help these past few days. This is a small token of my appreciation.” Then came a transfer of $5,000, with a note “Voluntary gift.” I was speechless. I took a screenshot, compared it with the SnapChat account, and confirmed it was indeed the online beauty and also our company’s little boss. After internally shouting “Oh my god” for a while, I shamelessly accepted the money. After all, this was my personal account, and the little boss didn’t know it was me. In the days that followed, I continued to help her improve bit by bit. She made progress very quickly and soon was able to fully showcase her beauty. However, just when I was about to declare mission accomplished and bow out, this girl confessed to me. First came a love letter that I hadn’t written since high school. I skipped it and went straight to the end: “Actually, there’s something I’ve wanted to say for a long time. I like you.” Me: … My silence was deafening. Me: “Thank you so much!” Her: “Huh???” Then: “I really like you!” “I really appreciate it!” “No, I’m serious.” I replied: “I really appreciate it!” My teeth were starting to hurt. What’s wrong with this girl? The other side seemed to pause for a moment, then said: “Anyway, can you give me a chance to pursue you?” I didn’t reply. That night, I had a rare bout of insomnia. Then the next day, this girl started sending me messages every day saying “Good morning,” “Good afternoon,” “Good evening,” and things like “I’m going to work,” “I’m leaving,” “I’ve arrived,” “I’m about to start working,” and so on. Well, this is how this child pursues someone. I occasionally responded half-heartedly, and this kid was overjoyed. The situation took a turn about a month later. At the time, I was happily scrolling through photos of beautiful women and casually shared one with my good buddy, but my hand slipped, and I sent it to her instead. Me: “Haha, I like this so much, I want to lick it.” Me: “Video” Her: “?”
By the time I saw the message, it was too late to recall it. Although appreciating beauty is human nature, for some reason, I felt a bit guilty. At this moment, she suddenly sent a message: “Do you like this kind?” Then she sent a video. It should have been freshly recorded in the gym. It wasn’t the perfect muscle lines, but very white, with a beautiful mermaid line winding down and disappearing into the sports shorts below. As for the upper part… Well, very pink! The owner of the video seemed very shy, and her face was all red when it was caught on camera at the end. I got hard. Me: “Is there more? Give me some more!” Then she shyly sent over a few more videos. I admit, I had been corrupted by beauty. I never thought that the little boss, who usually looked so abstinent, would be so… well, in private. How should I put it? It felt strangely exciting. Just as I was enjoying it, she suddenly sent a message. “If you agree to be my boyfriend, I’ll record videos like this for you every day, enough for you to see your fill.” Most people pursue four things in life: money, power, fame, and sex. The first three had nothing to do with me, so the last one was quite tempting. Me: “… Well… I suppose it’s not impossible.” After all, it was just online dating. Of course, there were conditions. No going public, no changing profile pictures, no video calls, no meeting in person. She wasn’t very happy about it but still agreed. This went on for two years. As she became better at dressing up, I also ate better, and she could pull off various styles. Just when I thought these days would continue, this girl proposed to meet in person. Me: “Didn’t we agree not to meet in person? Just online dating, not involving reality.” She sounded very upset: “I know, I’m sorry, but I really want to see you.” I knew what she was up to. A few days ago, I had a college reunion. After I came back, a college classmate confessed to me. I rejected her once, and then she sent me a lot of creepy and disgusting messages. I exposed her on Instagram and ranted about it. Then I deleted and blocked her. Since we were dating, she could see it too. She wanted to meet in person and then publicly claim her territory. I knew very well why we couldn’t meet in person, so the answer was definitely no. After she pestered me for a week, I got a bit annoyed and suggested breaking up. This scared her, and she wilted like a frost-bitten eggplant, suddenly deflating. My phone showed incoming calls for the nth time. I sighed and silently flipped the phone face down on the desk. At this moment, my immediate superior, Luke Hughes, suddenly called me. “Gus, take this proposal to VP Taylor.” It was well known throughout the company that Luke had a crush on Ottilie Taylor. Usually, he would be eager to interact with her more. But recently, she had been in a bad mood. Last time he approached her, his well-intentioned but misguided attempt at comfort earned him a scolding, which was quite embarrassing. Since then, he stopped trying these unnecessary interactions. I hissed and gave a wry smile: “Mr. Hughes, I’m a level below her after all. Wouldn’t it be inappropriate to bypass the chain of command?” Ottilie Taylor was my online girlfriend. Although I had her contact information for work, I had never interacted with her. Moreover, this proposal had been delayed for a long time, and Ottilie Taylor was never satisfied with it. Even if she was in a good mood, it would still be criticized, let alone now. With her current mood, this was clearly sending me to take the blame. Luke rolled his eyes: “Just do what I tell you to do. Why so much fuss?” … Fine. Although I had practically seen everything online, I was still a bit nervous about interacting in reality. Especially at work, where she was known for being strict and quite assertive. — And quite sharp-tongued. After hesitating for a moment, I took out my phone. That day after I suggested breaking up, this girl had been apologizing constantly, clearly panicking, but I hadn’t replied. At the time, I was just being harsh when I suggested breaking up, and I hadn’t really looked at my messages since. Partly to avoid softening my stance, and partly to dampen her enthusiasm. Meeting in person was out of the question, but breaking up was feasible. After thinking for a moment, I sent a message. “We don’t have to break up, but can you be good? I really don’t like people who don’t keep their word.” She replied instantly: “Baby, you finally replied to me. I know I was wrong, I’m sorry. I’ll never do it again.” Then she sent a crying puppy emoji. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. The person inside panicked for a moment, then cleared her throat: “Come in.” As soon as I entered, my gaze was drawn to Ottilie Taylor’s slightly red nose. Had she been crying? Noticing my gaze, she seemed a bit embarrassed and tapped the desk: “Are you here to submit the proposal? Put it here, you can go back now.” Her temper had clearly improved. Otherwise, she would have already reprimanded me for bypassing the chain of command. Previously, a colleague was fired for reporting directly to higher-ups. Although besides bypassing the chain of command, that colleague was also incompetent and disobedient, and was given severance pay in the end, it’s undeniable that bypassing the chain of command itself is a major workplace taboo. However, that proposal still didn’t pass muster and was sent back. Then Luke handed it to me again. I had no choice but to work overtime to revise it. But coincidentally, Ottilie Taylor was in a good mood today and left work on time. It was Friday, so the other colleagues who had been working overtime for a long time also left early. Soon, only the receptionist and I were left in the company. But I didn’t know how long it would take to finish this proposal, so I assured the receptionist that I would turn off the lights and lock the doors, letting her leave first. I don’t know how much time had passed when I heard the sound of the facial recognition lock at the door. I was startled, feeling a bit scared. Looking at the time, it was already 10 PM. At this hour, who could it be? Various office horror movies flashed through my mind. While trying to reassure myself that ghosts don’t exist, I instinctively held my breath, feeling a bit nervous and not daring to move from where I was. A familiar figure approached. When I saw the face clearly, I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief. It was Ottilie Taylor. “Why are you here alone? Aren’t you going home?” Ottilie Taylor seemed very surprised that I was still working overtime. I gritted my teeth inwardly: It’s all because of you! “This proposal is quite urgent. I’m afraid if I finish it tomorrow, it still might not be feasible, so I thought I’d work overtime today to refine it a bit.” “Oh, that proposal.” Ottilie Taylor paused for a moment, then surprisingly walked straight towards me. “Let me explain it to you in more detail. It’ll be easier for you to revise.” I tensed up — because we had made up, I had been replying to messages. Finding it troublesome to keep opening my phone, I had switched to my personal account on the computer. What should I do? Ottilie Taylor walked over: “Open it and let me take a look.” My brain was spinning rapidly, while my hands moved slowly. Just as I was about to switch, Ottilie Taylor said: “Move over, I’ll…” “Wait a minute!”
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