you could, please sign my personal copy now, Director Chen. Wuting, please send all the other copies to his home so he can sign them at his leisure.â
Chen heaved a sigh of relief. It would break his wrist if he were to sign five hundred copies at one sitting. And that wasnât to mention the rest of the copies that others wanted signed. Chen walked over to the table where a line was quickly forming.
He took up a position in the middle of the table, and two of the girls in cat costumes came to squat beside him, one on each side. The one on the right, Red Coral, opened each book to the signature page, while the other, Green Jade, wrote down the buyerâs name on a piece of paper. Sandwiched between the two, Chen scribbled his name on one book after another, brushed on the cheek by Red Coralâs long hair, and tickled by the tail dangling from the bare buttocks of Green Jade.
âThe partyâs a huge success,â Wuting said, wandering over to Chenâs side again to comment. âPeople are snatching up copies like potato chips. Weâll sell almost as many copies as a memoir of a celebrated movie star.â
The assistance of the two cat girls helped keep the signing line moving. Several customers bought a bundle of copies, âgiving faceâ to Rong, and some of them didnât even bother asking Chen to sign their copies. The cat girls carried their books out for them.
In the room the girls come and go, / talking about anything but Michelangelo .
After another tall pile of copies was gone, Chen looked up to see Rong sidle up to Wuting and whisper something before heading out of the room.
âRong had to leave for an urgent business meeting,â Wuting said, coming over to speak to Chen. âHe asked me to pass on his regrets.â
Chen nodded. It made sense that a busy banker would have to leave early, having delivered what heâd promised.
People began to leave. Theyâd come as a favor to Rong, and with the host gone, there was no reason for them to stay. Some of them might continue to enjoy themselves at the club, but they were done with the book launch party. A couple of them even left with a cat girl on their arm.
There werenât many copies of book left, and Wuting looked pleased.
Then Wuting got a phone call and stepped aside to take it in relative privacy. It was a fairly long call, and by the time he finished, the last Big Buck was limping out, leaning heavily on the bare shoulder of a slim cat girl.
âSorry, I canât stay,â Wuting said, closing the phone with an embarrassed smile. âI have an emergency conference call with the City Propaganda Ministry. I have to hurry back to the office. But please stay. Rong will be back around ten for a celebratory banquet. Some other Big Bucks will be coming as well, and if the conference call doesnât last too long, Iâll be back here for it. Everything has been arranged. So please, for the sake of Eliot, stay. Itâs essential for the success of the book.â
Once again, Chen felt he had no choice but to comply.
After Wuting left, Chen was the only one remainingâexcept for the two cat girls who had helped him with the signing.
The lights was starting to dim again, suspiciously.
âMr. Rong thought you might want to take a break in the inner room before the banquet,â Red Coral said.
âItâs much more comfortable there,â Green Jade said.
They dragged him through a side door into the inner room, which turned out to be a bedroom furnished with a large bed, a leather sofa, and an antique dresser with a large mirror on top. As soon as they entered the inner room, the two girls started shedding their remaining clothes.
âNow you can enjoy a break in privacy,â Green Jade said.
âWhy donât you relax on the bed?â Red Coral added.
Chen retreated to the sofa.
âLetâs sit and talk,â he said in a hurry,
Red Coral moved in beside
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