Isaacâs body was so hard that Patricia was in pain from knocking against him. She steadied herself as
she held onto his shoulders, and their eyes met.
âHow should I punish you? Interest on interest? Huh?â
Patricia thought that he probably had a lot to drink when she observed him. No wonder his voice
sounded a little odd over the phone earlierâit wasnât as cold as before and sounded a little more
friendly.
So, heâs drunk, she thought, undoing the tie for him.
After she took off the tie, a certain man felt more comfortable, and his attractive eyes gazed at her with
a slight hint of a smile. âI had a little too much to drink tonight, and Iâm feeling uneasy. Can you prepare
something to ease my stomach?â
In fact, he didnât drink a lot, just a glass of white wine, and he had a better tolerance for alcohol than
this, but a particular man just wanted to be drunk for once.
Probably this was what it meant when people say that only the heart would allow itself to be drunk.
Patricia blinked as she answered, âOh, okay. But, President Arnold, you called me over for work. What
exactly do you want me to do?â
It seemed like someone had already cleaned his house, which was relatively clean.
This girl is so innocent and gullible, Isaac thought, staring at her with a deep look in his eyes. âClean
my bedroom and also cook for me. Can you do that?â
His bedroom was a place he didnât allow anyone in, so even the servants from the Arnold Family who
came over to clean didnât dare to enter his room.
She knitted her brows as she answered honestly, âI can clean the place, but Iâm not that good at
cooking.â
Her cooking wasnât delicious, and Josephine usually did the cooking because her culinary skills were
superb. That was why Patricia kept her aroundâshe didnât want her culinary skills to torment her
darlings.
âThatâs fine. You can learn. Go and prepare something to ease my stomach now.â
After she gave him a nod, she went into the kitchen. She knew a recipe to ease the stomachâginger
soup. As Zachary often needed to drink during business dinners, Josephine had prepared this ginger
soup a few times for him, and she had also picked it up.
So, she took out a piece of ginger, chopped it up, and boiled it in water just long enough that she could
boil the juices out of the ginger.
While she waited for the ginger soup to be ready, she took out the calculator and started counting. How
much should she ask for the monthly salary if the whole sum was 125,000?
After several considerations, she decided on 10,000 because she had run a search on the Internet that
the monthly salary for a half-day housekeeper was only a little over 4,000. So, it was considered rather
high if she asked for 10,000.
With a bowl of ginger soup in her hands, she returned to the living room and placed it in front of Isaac.
âPresident Arnold, the ginger soup is ready. But, be careful because itâs hot!â she reminded him in a
friendly tone and chuckled. âPresident Arnold, may I ask for 10,000 as the monthly salary?â
Right now, he was drunk, so he must be in a blur. Nevertheless, as long as he gave her the nod, it
would be too late, even if he regretted it tomorrow.
Isaac straightened his body, picked up the spoon, and was about to take a sip when he heard her
request. This woman is trying to con me, he thought, furrowing his brows for a second. â5,000 a month.
Iâve given you an extra 1,000 compared to others.â
Patricia couldnât help but silently curse in her heart, Heâs still so sharp even when heâs drunk. What a
wily fox he is! Her lips pouted in disgruntlement, and she was a little unwilling to accept this, but that
was the market price, and she didnât have the right to say no.
âFine, 5,000 it is, then.â That means I have to work here for two years. My god, this is too expensive!
Isaac smirked as he noticed her sullen and pouting face, thinking that it was very adorable. âGo and
clean the room. The first room on the second floor.â
Therefore, she went upstairs and into the first room, which was huge. The outside was a small study,
and the bedroom was on the inside. When she entered the bedroom, she saw that the colors in his
room were very darkâblack-colored wallpaper and even the bedsheets were black, but the blanket
was a mess.
She decided to start with the bed, and when she pulled the blankets away, she saw a beautiful woman
hidden beneath. Of course, she wasnât real, and she looked a lot like Sylvieâs Barbie doll, but in the size
of an adult.
Patricia picked up the doll, paced to the top of the staircase, and exclaimed to the man downstairs,
âPresident Arnold, are you playing with dolls? You have to dress her up nicely to look good. Iâll help you
to doll her up, and Iâm sure youâll be amazed.â
The man who was having soup spit it out. How could I have forgotten about this?
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