Even for a saint-like Ranu Inten, the sight of Dahayu's chest straining against her tight work shirt was impossible to miss.
"Is it true? Or is that alley cat lying again? If he's lying, I'll never listen to anything he says again. I don't understand why girls fall for that rusty playboy's cheap lines," Dahayu said angrily, referring to Saban.
Ranu Inten didn't know that despite Dahayu's harsh words about Saban, they had already shared intimate moments three times. Nor did Ranu Inten know how curious Dahayu was about his own manhood. This encounter was a perfect excuse for Dahayu to approach and interact with him directly.
Ranu Inten lowered his head, worried that he might be caught staring at Dahayu's chest, which was just inches from his face.
Gathering his courage, Ranu Inten finally looked up at her. When their eyes met, he nodded, slowly but firmly.
Dahayu screamed. Her entire body shivered, and an electric current seemed to run through every inch of her skin.
From that day on, Dahayu became Saban's mouthpiece, spreading Ranu Inten's story far and wide.
The building stood in an elite area, surrounded by other grand buildings in the complex. It wasn't far from a luxurious apartment complex on the hill and a dense residential area below, where Dahayu lived.
However, not many knew the history behind it.
"What's the story with this building?" a new employee, who had been with Combatant Co. for only three months, asked Dahayu, who was seated like a queen on her throne. Besides the new girl, four other women sat attentively in front of the queen, focusing on the storyteller.
"Well, the funny thing is, no one knows what that room used to be. It wasn't a janitor's room or a storeroom. The tool cabinet contents were even stranger. Everything was mixed together. I once checked it out of curiosity. There were papers, brooms and mops, electrical tools, even pots and old clothes that belonged to who knows whom," Dahayu said convincingly.
