“What did you learn?” Jon met Lena again once they went home for the day, and Jon started first, reciting what he discussed with Mister Khan. The fact that Mister Khan wanted to real accounting records suggested there was something wrong about the financials, and whether that finance-girl knew anything about it.
Or was it handled by Mister Pool directly? It was something he needed to think about.
Lena smiled. “The two are definitely dating, but I think the girl is already having doubts about their relationship. They are both boss-employee, and at the same time, boyfriend-girlfriend. The power imbalance is messing with the poor girl, and the excessive workload is making her stressed. She’ll probably need some kind of stress relief.”
Jon chuckled. “I’m sure she doesn’t need that kind of stress relief.”
The housewife laughed as she cooked instant noodles with eggs for the two. She served it in two bowls. “You wouldn’t know. Maybe she’s the type of girl that has her life totally under her control and but actually secretly wants to let it go. Her relationship with Mister Henry is colored by how much control she has over her, when what she wants is total submission.”
“Is she even that sort of girl?” Jon felt a little repulsed at the idea. Miss Ella certainly didn’t look like the type of degenerate that wanted to surrender herself to someone else’s punishment.
“You wouldn’t know.” Lena laughed. “This Henry looks fairly busy though, he didn’t even hang around that long as he had a meeting to go to.”
“Really? I had the impression he was head over heels-“
“It’s complicated. I think he wants to possess her and own her, but Ella doesn’t seem to want to fully give in, either.”
“Despite her own personal preferences?”
“Yeah. I think- maybe she’s not honest with herself.” Lena said with a blush. Jon noticed and then smirked.
“You mean, like you.”
“I suppose that’s what you do, isn’t it? Use your power, come to us and let us know what we truly want.” She had a cheeky glint in her eye. “Awaken our true, perverted, debaucherous self. Use your thing and enlighten us to what we’ve been missing.”
Jon squirmed at Lena’s description. “Wow. When you put it like that it’s kinda creepy.”
“It is, isn’t it?” Lena smirked. “But you know, some of us are crazy. Some of us are broken despite how we appear on the outside. That we need this is a sign of the hole in our heart, a gap in our identity that we need to fill.”
The owner of the NTR system paused. “Man.”
“Think about it. Why does a woman leave her man? There has to be a reason. There must be something not fulfilled. That’s at the core of seduction. To provide something she doesn’t have.”
Jon realized this housewife was a lot more intelligent than he had estimated. He had somehow thought she was just a plain person. Easy target. “Actually, did you know this was going to happen when you hung out with me?”
Lena paused, and then smiled. “I suspected you had an interest in me. I went along, because once I saw that big thing down there, I was drawn. I was seduced by it.”
“Oh lord.”
“Your dragon is an epic door opener.” Lena laughed, and then Jon laughed along.
“I think we should focus. I clearly need to get more information. I’ll try to get more information on the financials, and at the same time, see how I can work with Ella to get her website out of the way.”
“Yup. I’ll help you spy on Ella a bit more.” Lena smirked.
***
It’s Friday, and Jon went to work as the janitor once more. The office was busy, but no one paid attention to Jon when he stood near the finance lady. The finance team of Poolman Limited was three ladies, led by a female accountant. She was a busy, middle-aged lady who worked, and the only time she stepped away from her table was for toilet, or for lunch.
Luckily, the finance team had their own little corner, and it wasn’t difficult for Jon to just walk into their part of the office, pretending to clean stuff up.
Jon cursed briefly as the accounting software had a password. But only briefly, as he soon discovered the password was written down on the monitor itself on a sticky note. It was bad security, but he supposed a small company like this didn’t bother all that much about password security. Not just that, the accountant was really neat, and stored the accounting records in various files. It was a mere click of the button to have them all copied and sent to his own personal email.
Once he went through them at home, he’d reach out to Mister Khan for more details. If there was something juicy, he needed to know whether he could squeeze a little more out of the old man.
***
