Chapter 12

Lilith snorted and immediately summoned Shaun Fernandez, the warehouse manager. When Shaun saw Lilith, he hurried over with a wide smile and asked, "What brings you here, Ms. Storm?" "Mr. Fernandez, have him move all the cargo from one of the freight trucks every day. Do not let him leave until he's finished moving the last item," Lilith ordered, pointing at me. "If he leaves before his work is done, let me know." Shaun froze at the sight of me. "Mr. Schmitt? I… Very well, then." Everyone in the company knew the arrangement between me and Lilith. To them, I was no better than the Storm family's lapdog. I was at Lilith's every beck and call. "Don't think you won't have to handle company matters just because you're here," Lilith snarled. "If you slack off on either job, I'll slap you!" She shot me one final warning look before leaving with Adam, her hips swaying. Shaun eyed me with pity. "Mr. Schmitt…" A long sigh escaped him as he added with resignation, "Don't worry. I won't be so hard on you. I'm sure there are freight trucks carrying lighter cargo." "Thank you," was all I said. Not long after, I began moving cargo from the freight truck to the warehouse. At first, Shaun was worried I would be winded, but he was surprised to see that I was neither out of breath nor flushed from the labor. "I thought people like you who spent their days in the office were weaklings, Mr. Schmitt. I was wrong," Shaun confessed with a sheepish grin. "You're stronger than I expected!" I flashed him a smile. Outside of work, I went to the gym whenever I could. I had better stamina than the average person. My phone rang incessantly even while I was moving cargo. All the calls were related to company matters, and I had no choice but to handle them accordingly despite my exasperation. I was exhausted by the end of the day, but I would sooner collapse from fatigue than compromise and sign off on the deal like Lilith wanted me to. Besides, I had learned plenty on the job. A while ago, I had only dabbled with logistics on paper. But now that I was getting hands-on experience in the warehouse, I had seen plenty of issues with the operation. In other words, this was another form of training for me. After moving the last item from the freight truck, I trudged toward my car later that evening. A bone-deep weariness seized me as I prepared to go home. That was when a sports car pulled up in front of the warehouse. "Leon!" Skye emerged in a thin, sleeveless blouse and jeans. Her simple outfit accentuated her curves. She looked young, but there was no hiding that she was a knockout. When she spotted me leaving the warehouse, she hurried over. I froze at the sight of her and asked, "How did you know I was here?" "I have my ways," Skye drawled teasingly. She pulled out a moist napkin and wiped the sweat off my brows. "You must be hungry after a day's worth of hard work. Come on, let's go for dinner." I gave her a bitter smile. "I'm pooped. I don't have the energy to go to dinner with you." She glared at me and scoffed, "I don't need you to go to dinner with me. I've got men lined up to take me to dinner!" Even as she said this, she dragged me toward her car and shoved me into the passenger seat. "Relax, will you? It won't take much energy on your part to dine with me." I chuckled and habitually fished out my box of cigarettes. When she saw this, she wound down the roof of the car. The music blasting from the radio drowned my thoughts, and every once in a while, I picked up the jasmine scent on Skye. For some reason, I felt my exhaustion waning as the drive continued. I thought she would take me to a restaurant, but we ended up at her place. "Go relax on the massage chair. You should unwind after working so hard," Skye suggested. "Otherwise, your arms will be too stiff to move by tomorrow morning." She shoved me onto the massage chair and made me lie down. "I taught myself to cook a few new dishes, and I happen to need a tester," she said before bounding into the kitchen. I couldn't hide my shock. I never expected an heiress like Skye to know how to cook; the skill should be foreign to them. However, I soon fell asleep on the massage chair. I vaguely sensed my phone vibrating, but it stopped after a while. I had no idea how much time had passed before Skye's silvery voice sounded next to my ear. "Wake up, sleepyhead. It's time for dinner."