Rumors
"That's right, just James's legs, hands, and waist are long enough, he doesn't even need to perform well!" I could just spontaneously combust, okay?"
"I'm good enough myself; I don't need him to perform well!"
"I'm an expert; if he's no good, I'll teach him..."
Everyone was revealing their perversion in their coy words, full of anticipation in their unfinished sentences.
Their words were simply outrageous and impactful.
Emma: ... One elevator, ten enthusiastic women, excuse me while I take my leave.
When she got to the advertising department floor, Emma fled from the elevator as if escaping.
Entering the office, Emma put down her bag and saw Lucas and Sophia sitting opposite her, heads lowered while chatting about something, occasionally covering their mouths and laughing.
Emma came back with a cup of water and saw the two still chatting.
She asked Sophia, "How come you two get more and more excited every day?"
Sophia quickly got up and mysteriously came to Emma's side and said, "Earth-shattering news."
"You never know what earth-shattering news might come your way." Emma calmly drank her water.
Sophia: "President James is a five second man."
"Pfft..."
Emma sprayed a mouthful of water onto her computer screen, eyes wide open. "What the heck?"
Sophia was very satisfied with her reaction: "See, I told you this was earth-shattering news! President James's waist was like a public dog yesterday when he got out of the car and entered the headquarters building. A lot of people took photos as cell phone wallpaper! Who would have thought, he's a five second man?"
"Who did you hear this from? Who spread the rumor?" Emma found it unbelievable.
"Who else needs to spread it? Everyone in the company already knows; a knowledgeable miss just said so in the elevator; she swore it's true!"
Emma, who had just gotten off the elevator a few minutes ago, was completely confused.
It had already spread in just a few minutes.
Also!
When did she ever say five seconds?
Emma looked left and right, lowered her voice, and asked, "Who's that, miss? Does anyone know?"
"Who cares who that miss is? We're just here to eat melon." Sophia was totally unconcerned; as a senior member, she wore it like a badge of honor.
Emma found it very hard to comprehend this kind of behavior: "The company cracks down so hard on work conduct; aren't you afraid the discipline department will catch everyone and deduct your performance?"
Sophia giggled. "We're not afraid; the HR manager and director are in the group."
Emma: ... You guys are something!
The 41-year-old confirmed bachelorette HR director, known for her meticulous and steady work, might surprise you with her interest in gossip about handsome men. Did you expect that?
The HR manager was in the group too; even more preposterous, he was a gym buff who also loved to watch.
The looks of James and Marcus really were attractive to all men and women, young and old.
Emma sighed: "Looks like you guys don't have enough work; Macro Ocean still isn't competitive enough this year."
"Do you want to join the group?"
"Do I look like I have nothing to do?"
"Alright, you're missing out on a source of happiness." Sophia reluctantly turned around, but her sleeve was suddenly grabbed by Emma.
Emma: "Um, cough cough, send me the group link."
At noon, Emma went to the company cafeteria on the third floor together with Sophia and the others.
Macro Ocean's benefits had always been great; the employee cafeteria dishes were different every day and tasted extremely good, clean, and hygienic too.
James and John Baxter entered the employee cafeteria and sat in a window side seat.
No matter where James went in the company, he would attract people's gaze, especially now with the conspicuous pink thermal lunch box in front of him, drawing even more attention.
This was the breakfast Emma had left a note saying she made for him, put in a thermal lunchbox, and left on the dining table.
James had slept in, gotten up too late, and brought it directly to the company without drinking.
After John Baxter sat down, he kept touching his nose and kept looking at passing employees.
Clearly wanting to say something but hesitating.
"Director John, is there something?" James used paper towels to wipe the cafeteria chopsticks clean, placing them to the side.
"That, James." John Baxter found it very difficult to bring up, but he was over a decade older than the young man in front of him. If he didn't help the younger generation with this kind of matter, who would be more suitable? "Do you have any personal troubles, things you can't ask others for help with? You can chat with me about them."
"Personal troubles?" James looked confused.
"That is... in that area..." John Baxter hemmed and hawed.
The whole company was spreading today that James was a five second man. John Baxter didn't believe it at first; after all, James looked like he would be very capable in that area.
But too many people were saying it; he had no choice but to believe.
James nodded in realization, although he did not understand why this topic came up suddenly. "I don't have any issues in that area."
He didn't know before whether he was capable or not.
But from Emma's reactions the past two nights...
He should be quite capable.
Extremely capable.
"James, you don't have to put on a brave front before me, I know some remedies and supplements with very good effects." John Baxter spoke earnestly.
"I'm fine; I don't need supplements." James smiled wryly, opening the pink thermal lunchbox with his long, slender hands.
The fishy smell of deer tendon soup instantly drifted out.
John Baxter:.
James: ...
John Baxter quickly shifted his gaze, pretending not to have seen it, then took out his phone and forwarded a few links. "James, I'm sending you a few suggestions, they don't have much effect, just aid sleep."
Young people are still too concerned about their faces.
Won't say anything when asked directly, but secretly brings supplements.
"Ding ding," James's phone on the table lit up several times, and the titles of the links John Baxter sent were very eye-catching.
[10 days, one course of treatment, three courses will make her fall in love with you again].
[Men, never say die, click the link to help you display your male prowess.].
[Don't be afraid, being positive is easy. Three tricks to build a real macho man].
After pondering for two seconds and connecting John Baxter's sudden concern, James finally realized the problem was likely there.
He scanned the cafeteria, and Emma was happily eating her meal.
Sophia gnawed on a fried chicken leg, the cafeteria's signature dish, mumbling, "Look, Director John is actually accompanying President James to eat in the cafeteria."
John Baxter was nearing retirement age; coming to the company three times a week in the past two years was already considered diligent. But ever since James arrived, he could be seen accompanying James almost every day.
"You guys, look, that pink thermal lunchbox in President James's hands clashes so much. Also super cute." Lucas leaned his elbows on the table, slowly drinking soup.
Charlotte looked back, "You can see clearly from so far away?"
"I can't see clearly; it was sent in the group." Lucas opened his phone to a picture, placing it in front of Charlotte's eyes.
On it was clearly James's pink thermal lunchbox and the blatantly exaggerated font: [Five second confirmation! President James is actually drinking deer tendon soup to replenish!]
[Spread the word: President James doesn't perform well!]