His smile was faint as he glanced at Fan Lingling without any particular expression before sitting down on the sofa.

Chen Zhaoci respectfully said, “President Zhou, I’ll leave you to talk,” and took his leave.

President Zhou nodded. After Chen Zhaoci closed the door behind him, he turned his full attention to Fan Jia, showing a slight smile. “How old are you?”

“Just turned 23,” Fan Jia replied.

President Zhou said, “You owe the company almost 40,000 yuan, and it doubles every month.”

Fan Jia lowered her head. “President Zhou, I didn’t know the interest and late fees would be so…”

President Zhou waved his hand dismissively. “No matter. If you pass my interview and join the company, the debt won’t be an issue for someone under my supervision. The finance department wouldn’t dare chase after my assistant, haha.”

Fan Jia was taken aback, and couldn’t help but smile as well.

President Zhou said, “Tell me about your university grades and work experience.”

Fan Jia thought to herself, ‘Is this turning into a real interview?’ She proceeded to recite the background story that the police had prepared for her. President Zhou listened quietly while brewing kung fu tea, pouring her a cup. Fan Jia barely touched it, merely wetting her lips.

By the time she finished speaking, President Zhou had lit a cigarette and was leaning back on the sofa, his eyes narrowed. His gaze made her uncomfortable, and Fan Jia timidly asked, “President Zhou, do you think I’m suitable?”

He asked, “Are you a virgin?”

Fan Jia froze. “I…”

The uncomfortable feeling emanating from him became more pronounced. His lips curled into a smile as he tapped his cigarette ash, saying, “How could I keep a promiscuous girl by my side?”

Fan Jia lowered her head. “I am.”

“Whether you are or not, I’ll find out eventually,” he said flatly.

Fan Jia’s fingers were tightly clasped together, her voice barely audible: “President Zhou, I came here to interview for the position of your assistant.”

He slowly leaned forward. Fan Jia instinctively retreated, pressing against the sofa with nowhere else to go. He touched her face, saying, “You’re already here, why keep up this pure act? Think carefully. Once you walk out that door, you’ll be in debt, have broken the law, and have no future. Your family and friends will suffer too. I can see you have potential. Follow the company, follow me, heh, and you won’t have to worry about anything in the future.”

Fan Jia was rigid as a board, tears welling in her eyes. He seemed satisfied with her timid response and sat back, speaking casually: “You don’t have a boyfriend anyway, so what difference does it make who you’re with? After a year or so, your debt will be cleared, you might even make some money. Where else would you find such a good deal? Don’t leave later, have dinner with me, I’ll take you shopping for clothes.”

Fan Jia said nothing, just shook her head repeatedly while crying.

President Zhou laughed instead, cursing, “So naive. Listen, I’m giving you this one chance to clear your debt. If you walk out that door today, even if you come back begging on your knees to lick my cock, it won’t help.”

Fan Jia covered her face, sobbing. Just then, President Zhou’s phone rang. He answered, “Mm… Alright, I’ll come take a look.” After hanging up, he said to her, “I’ll give you ten minutes to think it over, young lady. I don’t want to see you cry, or see your parents and relatives crying along with you.”

He left the room, and Fan Jia immediately looked up, scanning the room for cameras. Finding none, she rushed to the door and pushed, discovering it was locked from the outside. She quickly engaged the inner lock as well, then ran to the desk and rapidly searched through the drawers. They contained stacks of loan contracts and debtor information, but nothing particularly valuable. She looked at the computer, took out a power bank from her bag, and connected it to the computer.

Fan Jia’s technical expertise came in handy here. The power bank looked normal externally, and the girl earlier hadn’t detected anything unusual. It contained a miniature decoder.

After booting up, it took just over a minute to crack the password. Fan Jia searched for the names “Liu Yisha” and “Zhao Feier,” and sure enough, two folders appeared.

She copied them first, then opened them to find loan contracts, transaction records, various documents, and a video file.

When Fan Jia clicked on it, she saw exposed flesh and a girl’s numb, calm expression as she held up her ID card and began reciting: “I am Liu Yisha, ID number: XXXXX, borrowing 20,000 yuan today from Fenjin Bao Company…”

Fan Jia felt sick to her stomach. She closed it and continued searching the computer. Most files were similar materials – a cursory look showed over a thousand girls who had recorded nude loan videos for Fenjin Bao Company.

Time ticked by, and Fan Jia estimated President Zhou would return soon. She didn’t want to alert her colleagues and blow her cover yet, as she hadn’t found valuable leads. But she needed to find a way to escape.

Her fingers flew across the keyboard. Just as she was about to finish searching the entire hard drive, she opened an inconspicuous small file and froze – it contained encrypted documents. Without hesitation, she copied everything and then began decoding one of them.

Footsteps sounded outside. Fan Jia looked up, suddenly feeling a headache. She instinctively steadied herself against the desk as the document finished decrypting. She opened it and…

Her eyes widened while her expression grew increasingly disturbed. Despite being a police officer who had handled numerous cases, the images made her feel suffocated. Her eyes burned with tears as she realized, so this was it, this was what was happening. Those people, every one of them in the videos – they couldn’t escape now.

Fan Jia unplugged the “power bank” and stuffed it into her pants pocket while shutting down the computer and tidying the desk. Outside, keys jingled as someone attempted to unlock the door. This was the third floor – jumping out the window wasn’t an option. Fan Jia made a split-second decision: she had obtained crucial evidence, albeit through questionable means. Better not to cause a scene if possible. She would pretend to yield, and when President Zhou took her out for dinner and shopping, she’d find a chance to slip away.

She returned to the sofa, resuming her submissive demeanor.

The door opened and President Zhou entered. Seeing her still sitting obediently, he felt somewhat pleased. He sat down right next to her, their bodies and thighs touching, his arm draped across the sofa behind her. “Why did you lock the door? Afraid of me coming in? Do you dare lock doors in my territory? I see you’re quite bold and need to be taught a lesson.”

Just as Fan Jia was about to speak, a wave of dizziness hit her. She swayed as President Zhou’s hand landed on her shoulder. “What’s wrong? Feeling unwell?”

Fan Jia’s internal alarms blared – damn it, Zhang Wei’s tea! She had avoided President Zhou’s tea but hadn’t escaped the first one. She had grown bolder knowing her colleagues were outside, perhaps too bold.