Chapter 8 Won't Sell My Body (1)

• Chadwick turned and looked at Samantha. He had noticed the disgust in her eyes and the question hidden within her words. "I'm not desperate," he calmly replied. "I just need money. Please don't judge the poor majority with the values of the rich folk. No matter how poor I am, I would never steal. The money I gain is earned through my own labor. So, relax. If I'm not working for you, I wouldn't even take a single cent from you. You've given me my pay now, so tell me what you want me to do."
• "You'll know once you get there. Also, one more rule; do not ask unnecessary questions. I will tell you what you need to know when you need to know. I don't like nosy people, so just do as I say. Everything else has nothing to do with you," she coldly answered.
• He frowned at that cold demand. But, in the end, he could only let out a mutter, "I'll let it pass this time, but only because you've paid me."
• "Here's a contract. Read through it and tell me if you have any questions. Otherwise, sign it." She then threw two copies of the contract she had prepared earlier at him, along with a pen.
• "A contract as well? Why so proper?" He was confused.
• "Did you think I was joking?" Anger flashed in her eyes at that thought.
• "Darn, why is this so long?" He could feel a headache building as he read through the four or five pages of the contract.
• "I'll briefly explain it to you since you likely won't understand any of it. Party A is you, and Party B is me. I'm hiring you to work for me, and there will be no limits on what that work entails. Party B guarantees all work assigned will be within your capabilities and will not be immoral in any sense. There are no set working hours, but you won't be asked to work for more than what is legally allowed. Your monthly salary is ten thousand for now and may be raised in the future depending on the circumstances. Party A must deliver work as requested by Party B and be present whenever requested. Party A is not allowed to be late to work, leave early, go on strike, and so on. Additionally, Party A must be diligent and responsible at work. I think that's about it. The rest is just gibberish," she explained as she drove.
• "Okay, I'll sign it!" Chadwick could feel his head throbbing, so he immediately signed the contracts with a few strokes of his pen.
• After Samantha kept her contract copy away in her bag, she added, "Oh, right. I forgot to tell you that the contract clearly states that I can terminate my contract with you whenever you do not meet my expectations, and you'll be required to pay a penalty ten-fold or more of your salary."
• "What on earth? It was all a trap! Ten-fold? How much is that?" His eyes bulged out as he hurriedly flipped through his own copy of the contract.
• "Your salary is ten thousand a month. Can't you calculate how much that is when multiplied by ten?"
• "A hundred thousand?" His eyes widened further. "So, what do you mean by not meeting your expectations?"
• "It's stated there, isn't it? 'Party A must deliver work as requested by Party B and be present whenever requested. Party A is not allowed to be late to work, leave early, go on strike, and so on. Additionally, Party A must be diligent and responsible at work.' Failing to do any of the above is a violation of our contract," she calmly stated.
• "Bloody hell, is this a scam?" It was starting to feel like he had been duped.
• "Oh, I also forgot to remind you that insulting, slandering, and cursing out Party B during working hours are also considered violations of our contract. So, I'll forgive you this time, but I hope this doesn't happen again," she added.
• "That too?" He hurriedly flipped through the contract again and found the condition listed on the paper in black and white.
• "Miss, why do I feel like I've been tricked into something shady?" he exclaimed.
• "My surname is Wembley. Do call me Miss Wembley from now on," she said. "Since it's a contracted job, you'll, of course, do as I say because I paid you. That's just what a fair relationship is like between an employer and their worker. I'm responsible for paying you while you're responsible for doing the work I ask of you. I've also said that I would give you a raise if you do a good job. Now, the contract's all signed, so our formal relationship as employer and employee is confirmed. I do hope you'll take a closer look at the terms listed on the contract, though. I am someone who strictly abides by the contract. I won't hold back if you commit any violations, and it won't be any of my business how you plan on paying me back then."
• "J*sus!" he couldn't help but curse out loud.
• She turned and coldly stared at him.
• "Jesus may be a savior in the Biblical sense, but we decide our fate with our choices, isn't that right?" Chadwick hurriedly added to twist his exclamation into something acceptable. Meanwhile, he was cursing up a storm internally. F*ck! This is what I get for not reading the fine print!
• "We're here. Get out," Samantha said to him as she pulled into the underground parking lot of a big shopping mall.
• "This is work? And your office is located here?" he asked, curious.
• "Why are you so chatty? I've told you not to ask about things you shouldn't ask about. I will tell you when it's time for you to know," she answered as she headed straight for the elevators.
• "Jeez, whoever marries this woman must have terrible luck," he mumbled under his breath.
• The two of them entered the lift, and as soon as the doors opened, Samantha immediately led the way through several twists and turns before finally arriving at a boutique store with a French name. When Chadwick saw where they were going, he was confused. This store sold menswear, specifically formal attire such as suits.
• However, she walked in without hesitation, and her fingers immediately began flicking through the outfits on the clothes racks as she said to the sales associate nearby, "This, this, and this outfit." After a few minutes, the sales lady had over a dozen outfits in her arms, including the inner pieces of a suit like shirts and ties.
• "Match them to him, and have him try them out," she pointed to him and said to the sales associate once she was done selecting outfits. Then, finally, she moved to sit on the shop's couch.
• "Me?" Chadwick's eyes went wide.
• "Yes. Are you expecting me to try on outfits when they're meant for you?" she replied in a matter-of-fact tone.
• "That's not it. Why are we shopping for me?" He was perplexed.
• "Why are you looking at me like that? Don't worry. I'll be paying, not you," she answered.
• "It's not about who's paying, but why are you buying clothes for me? Why, out of the blue, are you doing this? If you don't give me an explanation, I won't try them on," he stubbornly responded.
• She frowned. "This is work."
• "My job has nothing to do with having outfits bought for me, does it?"
• "I say it does, so it does. Look, are you going to try them on? If not, please return the ten thousand payment to me."
• "Just take it."
• "Please also prepare an additional ten thousand bucks. Then, I'll be seeing you in court."
• "You..." Chadwick was at a loss for words.
• "What?? If you can't afford the penalty, go try those outfits on. Why are you throwing a tantrum when I'm shopping for you? Hurry up!" Samantha angrily huffed.
• "Sir, the dressing rooms are this way," said the sales associate. Although she didn't know what was going on between this couple, she still maintained a friendly attitude when talking to Chadwick.
• Ultimately, he had no choice but to head into the dressing room with an armful of outfits. However, he couldn't help but feel that working for her felt oppressive with his every action dictated for him, and his soul felt constrained.
• He glanced at the price tag as he took off his clothes and picked up the first piece of clothing. What he saw shocked him as it was over thirty thousand. He quickly looked at another price tag. This time, it was around twenty thousand. By the time he was done looking at all the price tags of the clothing in the dressing room, he realized that every piece of clothing cost over ten thousand. The realization made him handle them with extreme care as if he was handling some sacred relic. He didn't even dare use too much strength when pulling those clothes on, terrified that he might accidentally ruin a shirt. He couldn't afford to pay for anything in here if it was damaged. His only option for repayment would be to sell a kidney.
• When he had replaced every piece of clothing he was wearing with something from the shop; he stepped out with leather shoes adorning his feet.
• When Samantha saw him walk out of the dressing room, her eyes widened. There was a famous saying that said, 'Clothes make the man.' Dressed in a new outfit, Chadwick looked like a completely different man. Before, one could call him a nobody at best. Currently, he looked like a handsome and wealthy man. She had thought nothing of him before this, but now that she was looking at him dressed in high-end fashion, she realized just how attractive he could be.