Personal Assistant
Oldman Chen had just finished his call with the regional head of the Communist Party. His frustration was evident. The call had gone worse than he expected and now he was left with a headache. He threw off his robes and lay on the luxury bed of his home, in the nude. Meimei walked in the room, the personal assistant of Chen. She noticed her boss looked a bit frustrated. “Sir, can I help you with anything?” she asked as she approached him. Meimei, Chen’s personal assistant, was a young woman in her mid-twenties with a body that could make any man’s head turn. She had long, dark hair that flowed down her back, and her dress clung to her curves in all the right places. “I need a drink,” Chen replied, “and then a …