“I’ve been feeling like something is off with my body lately. As if I’ve grown weaker somehow.”
“Really?”
Sonny put the documents down and sat on one of the chairs on the other side of the desk. His eyes darted up and down Nathan’s face and arms, taking in the latter’s complexion and general demeanor.
This was a grave matter, after all.
“Have you, uh… Have you had any sex with Miss Simmons recently?”
“Sure, we did it last night, and the night before that, and… Oh, we did it this morning, too.”
Sonny almost rolled his eyes.
These two… They were quite the industrious couple.
But that wasn’t the point. Or was it? Sonny took note of the slightly dark circles under Nathan’s eyes. Had he been losing a lot of sleep? “Boss, you say that you are weak, but maybe you are just exhausted. Maybe… maybe Miss Simmons has been wearing you out in bed?”
Nathan’s face darkened, and he grew silent.
“Boss,” Sonny continued.
“I feel the need to remind you to restrain yourselves a bit. Overindulgence in sex might harm both of your health.”
Nathan’s scowl deepened even more.
By the time Sonny realized his error, he knew it was too late. He could almost see his recent pay raise wave goodbye to him.
Still, it shouldn’t hurt to try and retract his words.
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“No, no, what I mean is… Well, between you and her family, Miss Simmons might find herself in a pinch, and… I’m afraid that if you are subjected to the same kind of torture as before, with you still being injured, your life may very well be at risk.”
While he ultimately said these things to protect his own hide, there was still an element of truth to them.
As much as Nathan hated to admit it, Sonny was not wrong.
Nathan was not a tyrant; he was wise enough to listen to his subordinates and consider their inputs.
So he nodded at Sonny, as if to agree with the latter’s advice.
Just then, an urgent email came in from the National Security Bureau.
It had something to do with the recent issues at the border.
Nathan checked the message, his expression turning serious yet again.
“We have trouble in our hands. Pack up and make the necessary arrangements. We will set out tomorrow night.”