Chapter 23 I Feel So Hot
With time, Cassandra had gotten used to Lionel''s rude attitude and his constant ridicule.
So, as the little woman took the documents, she swiftly walked out of the room without bothering to
take another nce at Lionel. Shepletely ignored his presence.
ring at Cassandra''s back as she left, he could do nothing but to curse in fury. From the moment he
took over at the helm of thepany, he had gravitated towards a reign of terror. No one could
challenge his word, and he made employees scamper at hismand. He was only a few steps from a
completely irrational despot, who would ruin thepany if he was not axed sooner thanter. Here,
he was like an emperor. However, this little, gutsy woman stubbornly refused to toe the line. It was
driving him mad.
"Damn! You will regret it!"
Lionel ground his teeth as he watched her walking away.
The spacious office was fitted with crystal-clear floor to ceiling windows that allowed a panoramic view
of the outside. After she returned to her own office, she concentrated on her work. She was getting so
deeply immersed that she forgot about the time, until it was already dark outside.
"Manager Qin, it''s time to go home," a man''s voice gently reminded.
It was Joel, paying a courtesy call on his boss before getting off work.
In the mean time, Cassandra was still working on the design. It was half-way through, and innovative
ideas were freely flowing. Afraid that her insipiration might be gone, she wanted to go on. After all,
ideas didn''te easy, and as an artiste, she knew how to seize the moment.
"You go ahead. I will be done after I finish my drawing," she replied, without taking her eyes off the
drawing.
It struck Joel as odd that his new boss - a woman, was such a workaholic. By experience, working
overtime was a quality he hade to associate only with men. But this woman was proving him
wrong. When she ignored his reminder, Joel stood there, awed by her diligence. After a moment, he
nodded in admiration and quietly left.
Then, darkness fell.
Anticipating that she might workte into the night, Cassandra called her father-inw so they wouldn''t
expect her toe home early. Horace, though surprised to hear that Cassandra was so keen to work,
was impressed with her attitude.
The elegant golden clock, beautifully matching the milk-white wall, ticked quietly. Architectural wonders
across the city''s skyline put on spectacr disys of various shades of light that lent an enchanting
feel to the otherwise dark night. Under the bright light of the office, Cassandra put all her energy into
her sketch. She was too absorbed in her work to take note of anything else; she forgot about time, and
forgot about her fatigue.
"Hi, Manager Qin, you are still here!"
A familiar voice abruptly interrupted, pulling her out of her reverie. Squinting, she raised her head and
was startled to see Joel again.
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"I thought you had left..." Cassandra said as she stretched her back and arms, trying to shake off the
the strain of sitting in one position for long. "What brings you back again?" she added, feeling doubtful
about his intentions.
The drawing was almost done. All she needed was just some fine-tuning, and that would be it. Then
she took a glimpse at the wall clock. ''Oh my! It''s almost ten!'' she thought.
"I was having dinner with my friends nearby. Then I thought you might still be working, so I brought you
some food. I guess you haven''t had your dinner,"
Joel answered. Then he handed the package of food to Cassandra with one hand, and closed the door
behind him.
He carried himself so naturally that Cassandra didn''t notice anything odd about him. She eyed her
assistant with appreciation and happily took the food he had bought for her. His kindness was so
unexpected and timely. ''It''s so nice of him to bring me dinner, though this is only the first day we met, ''
she thought.
"Thank you, Joel," Cassandra thanked the man.
With a grateful smile, she reached for the cup of coffee he brought together with the food. Just then,
she suddenly realized how thirsty she was.
Without a second thought, she downed the cup in just a few gulps. Joel closely watched her gobble the
coffee, his eyes darted around the room, furtively checking if there was anything that could ruin his
sinister motives.
Before Cassandra could put her cup down, while her head was still up, Joel secretly dropped
something into the pen container on the table, and walked slowly towards her.
As soon as she drained the coffee, the woman started to feel a burning sensation in the gut. The air-
conditioner was functioning and she could feel it spew a steady stream of cool air. Why did she
suddenly feel so hot?
"Manager Qin, what''s happening? Are you okay?"
Joel asked as he was drawing even closer to Cassandra.
Now she could barely keep her eyes open. Touching her head with the back of her palm, she felt
feverish.
"I feel like I''m burning up! I''m also dizzy!"
she murmured, in a panicked, weak voice. Everything around her was quickly turning foggy. Unable to
continue to support herself, she leaned back to the high back seat behind, beads of sweat forming over
her face.
"You must be working too hard. Are you feeling tired? Can I give you a massage to calm your nerves
down a little?"
A crafty smile crept up his cheek, and without waiting for her consent, he moved behind Cassandra,
ready for his nefarious scheme.
Now, not only Cassandra, but the air in the room seemed to turn warm. It was the atmosphere he
wanted. As he was about to start his next move, the phone on the table suddenly rang, stopping Joel
dead in his tracks.
Vaguely, Cassandra heard the phone ringing, but she couldn''t correctly identify where she had ced
it, and even if she did, she could not control her own body well enough to pick the call. Luckily, her
unconscious movement happened to press on the answer button with speaker mode on. Joel wanted
to stop her, but it was a little toote.
"Um...so hot, so dizzy! Help me. Help me, please..."
the little woman murmured, which struck the man on the other end of the call. It was none other than
Rufus.
He had heard from Horace that Cassandra was working into the small hours of the night. Out of
concern for her, Rufus hade to thepany to check on her. He was standing right at the main
entrance, and his call was just to confirm whether she was still in the office or not. Nevertheless,
whatever she mumbled on phone was hysterical, and very rming.
"Are you in your office? Heck! I''ll be right there,"
a man''s deep, raspy voice replied, sounding firm but urgent. Caught off guard, Joel was mortified. That
was a close shave! He was near to aplishing his plot, but the man who called had screwed it all
up.
Now Cassandra was lying on the seat like mud, as if she was going to melt. After pondering for several
seconds, he had another n.
The next moment, looking back at the beautiful woman, Joel cursed the idental caller for busting his
scheme. But he managed to leave one thing behind - the mini camera that he had ced in the pen
container, it would be good enough for his next move.
Taking swift action, Rufus rushed to the lift to the floor that housed Cassandra''s office. While waiting in
the lift, he felt uneasy and couldn''t stop worrying about the woman.
When he finally managed to open the door to her office, he rushed to the chair and scooped her into
his arms. He cuddled her tightly and quickly cast a nce here and there, alerted that some danger
could be lurking in her office.
"I feel so hot...I feel like I''m burning up. Oh Rufus...help me, please!" Cassandra pleaded.
Like an octopus, she wrapped herself around his wide frame, with both hands and feet. Feeling the
familiar hug, she held him even tighter. It was a passionate hug of a woman craving for lust. She was
hysterical, distressed, and far from her usual self.
Rufus frowned. He could tell that Cassandra had been drugged.
How could someone have the guts to drug her in her own office! The mere thought of it brought a
sudden rush of terrible, blood-thirsty anger through his system.