"Then why did you mess with Philip?" I asked, recalling her earlier provocations.
She shrugged, "They're just like my lapdogs. I give them a few bones, and they'll wag their tails."
"What about the deal for three nights?"
Grace burst into laughter. "I knew you would ask that."
"Is it that funny?"
"Of course it's funny!"
She laughed for a while and said, "See, even you think so. What would others think?"
"How would I know what others think?"
"Alright. You stingy man."
She lightly pinched my chin and explained, "The deal for three nights was indeed spread by me, but I look down on those people. The workplace is cruel, and the quickest way to get ahead is to use your own characteristics. My characteristics are my body and beauty. Whether it's clients or colleagues, they all like them."
"I say three nights for one deal, and they will definitely give the order to me. As long as the order is in my hand, it's like a fish on the hook. I can play with them as I please."
