8 Betraying Your Principle

Linus eventually done what was needed to be done. He left the washroom shortly afterwards and then headed straight to Michael's cubicle. There, he collapsed onto an unoccupied chair, looking a lot worse than before.

"I think… I'm going to die at this rate," Linus uttered.

Michael chuckled without looking away form his computer screen as he did the final check of the game engine. He was fairly sure that he had dusted out all of the bugs. Unfortunately, without the complete game engine, he could not be for certain.

To prevent leak, each person was allowed to work on a certain part of the game engine. Since Michael and Linus knew each other, they were tasked with similar parts to work on.

"You have finally met your match," Michael said when he paid attention to Linus.

Linus arched his brow. "If it is only her, I can screw her into a coma."

"Oh right," Michael realized. "Why don't you just pick one already?"

"One pussy isn't enough for me," Linus responded while chunking down a can of soda. "Besides, I like my harem. If only their upkeep isn't so fucking high."

"Well, girls cost time and money. Mostly money," Michael said absentmindedly. He was busy creating several backup copies of the work he had done. It was probably illegal to do that, but he liked to keep a record of everything. "By the way. How many do you have now?"

"6," Linus answered.

"Seriously?"

"7 if you counted our boss-lady," Linus pointed out with a grin. "I going to milk her for all she's worth before sending her off."

"More like she is milking you," Michael retorted. It wasn't like Linus was going to stop fucking her after she is married. One of his harem members was married after all.

"Damn straight. Milked me dried too. I need to rehydrate. Just in case," Linus responded and chunked down another can of soda.

"I wonder if her fiancé knows that she has been screwing around?" Michael questioned.

"He probably does. I heard their marriage is just a shame," Linus revealed before frowning. "Rich cunts and their dramas. Damn it. I want to be rich too! Oh shit."

Linus piped down since the boss lady headed out of the washroom. She was still fixing her blouses and mini skirt. Once she had done that, she looked towards Linus and Michael before flexing her slender index finger.

"Already? Damn it," Linus muttered almost inaudibly before standing up, readying for another go even though he did not want to. This was because he had to please a few of his missus after work. Therefore, he must conserve his stamina.

Michael did not envy Linus' lifestyle despite the dry spell that he was having. It had been a while since he had a girlfriend. Mostly because he did not have time for such thing, considering he had a company.

"Not you," the boss lady said. "Michael, can you come into my office for a minute?"

Michael blinked at that as the woman headed off, returning back to her office. That was not a request, and if he did not go, he would be in a lot of trouble.

"Good luck, buddy," Linus said and turned on his computer screen.

Michael pondered if Linus had anything to do with him being called to Joanna's office, but if he had to guess, it was likely due to the way Linus had just reacted. Regardless of what Linus did, he would have to go to her office.

"Umm… do you need me for something?" Michael asked after he had stepped into her office.

He looked around afterwards, taking note of several priceless ornaments and paintings. He wondered how much Joanna made a year to afford all of them. It was certainly far more than his own salary.

"Yes. Close the door and have a seat, Michael," Joanna said and gestured Michael to the leather chair across the table from her.

Michael took the offer while calming his own nerve. He hadn't done anything wrong as far as he could remember.

"If this is about the engine, I will have it done by the end of the day," Michael said. "I just need a little bit more time to check a few things."

Joanna smiled and folded her fingers together. "How long have you been with us, Michael?"

From that alone, Michael knew the conversion wasn't going where he would like. It was very obvious, considering that Joanna did not bother to response to his assurance about the engine.

"About two months," Michael answered.

"Two months," Joanna whispered, seemingly confused. She then got off her very comfortable leather seat. She walked around the desk and sat on the table in front of Michael, crossed legs. Her mini skirt left very little to the imagination. "Do you like it here?"

"Yes…" Michael gulped. He tried not to look up her long legs, but it was very hard, especially when she was sitting in front of him with nothing blocking the view. Even if Joanna was a slut, she was still sexy as hell, and she knew it.

"Why don't you tell me what you like, Michael?" Joanna requested softly.

Michael knew that she was not referring to the work. She was referring to herself, and when she begun uncrossing her legs, he sweated profusely.

Michael obviously did not expect reaching the crossroad so soon, and if he was to go through it, all in order to keep his job, he would lose something very important. His principle. Despite that, he was not ready to lose his job, especially when the economy looking really bad.

This was a very hard decision.

In the end, Michael decided to do the correct thing. It wasn't necessary the right thing, however.