Blackstone Code-Chapter 245:

"Good morning, Mr. Bennett." As Bennett stepped out of his car, the bank employees in the parking lot stopped in their tracks, greeting him with smiles warmer than the morning sun.

Bennett smiled back and greeted them in return. At first, he was quite unaccustomed to this, because in the bank's regional division, as a minor role, he hardly had any significant presence. People didn't usually go out of their way to be so friendly, offering sunny greetings and wishing him a good morning.

But everything changed when he came here.

After locking his car, he turned and greeted those who had greeted him. "Good morning, Mr..."

The gentleman whose name was replaced by three dots was instantly satisfied, his steps seeming a bit lighter.

In this atmosphere, he greeted others all the way to his office.

He felt that if he encountered a few more people, his mouth might go numb. Recently, he noticed an interesting thing: he had remembered most of the bank staff's names.

It was a remarkable social trick, to say the least. Just by greeting people, it could make him remember their names. Sometimes Bennett had to marvel at how the office environment in this lower-level branch was far more complex than at the regional division.

Less than a minute after he had just taken his seat, his personal secretary walked in carrying a tray with a steaming pot of coffee and a few pieces of pastry.

His secretary was a young woman, around twenty-three or twenty-four, with long blonde hair and a very good figure.

Perhaps due to the bank's heating being set too high, the face of this sweater-wearing secretary was somewhat flushed and warm. She walked to the desk, placing the tea tray on the table.

"Mr. Bennett, your coffee. These are some pastries I made last night. I hope you'll try them." The girl was a bit nervous, and a cookie-like pastry dropped to the floor. She quickly apologized and bent down to pick it up.

Seeing the girl's skirt tightly wrap around her hips as she bent over, Bennett's breath quickened a bit. He picked up the coffee, disregarding its still slightly high temperature, and took a sip.

The scalding coffee entering his stomach didn't solve his heat and thirst. Instead, it made his blood boil even more.

"Do you need any help?" he asked considerately, placing his hand on the girl's tightly stretched skirt. It looked like he genuinely just wanted to offer some assistance.

He could feel the girl's body tremble slightly, which made him feel a bit forward. He quickly retracted his hand, apologizing for his rudeness. "Sorry, I didn't notice that was..."

The girl blushed, hurriedly stood up, apologized, and quickly left.

He looked at the closed door, then turned his gaze to the coffee cup in front of him, seemingly seeing something in the slight ripples on the coffee's surface.

The warm, soft touch still echoed in his heart. He sighed softly. Youth is really great.

Bennett was forty years old, but he took good care of himself, looking more like thirty-six or thirty-seven.

He was already married, though his marriage was not the result of free love but rather a transaction.

His wife's father was a mid-level manager at the bank, and thanks to these connections, he successfully joined the bank. However, he was somewhat disappointed that his wife's father didn't provide him with much help afterward because he suddenly collapsed during a social engagement. Although he was sent to the hospital in time, he lost his ability to work.

Since then, Bennett had to struggle alone in the bank. He wasn't overly ambitious for money because his wife's family was very wealthy. Moreover, he himself had worked at the bank for many years, and his income, both legitimate and otherwise, was considerable.

He was very clear that if he acted recklessly for money now, he would only get small sums that weren't worth jeopardizing his future.

Once he received a promotion, all his income sources would increase. From a long-term perspective, being strict with himself could help him go further.

He had no other bad habits either and didn't gamble.

Perhaps because his marriage was a transaction, he maintained a strange respect towards his wife at home, almost subservient.

His wife often mocked him for his marriage purpose, making it even harder for him to hold his head high at home. Especially after her father's paralysis, his wife became even more relentless.

This led Bennett to develop a peculiar little hobby. He enjoyed visiting strip clubs during his personal time to have close encounters with the strippers.

Other than this, he had no bad habits, and even this hobby was legal.

Strip clubs didn't offer sexual services. According to federal law, it was only considered solicitation if money was involved in a specific process. However, strippers' actions didn't count because they mostly used their hands or other means, which was not regulated by federal law.

This was his only hobby, and it was legal.

He never fooled around with women in the office. Despite knowing how dirty the banking system was, especially at the lower levels, he didn't get involved but kept himself clean.

He didn't want to ruin his future over minor issues. He should have grand ambitions and a bright future.

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After missing out on this little surprise, he began to focus on his work, reminding himself to stay vigilant and not let desire control his mind.

One document after another gradually engrossed him. He enjoyed the feeling that every document required his signature to enter the process. Technically, he was Joegleman's assistant, but everyone knew that the moment he got the approval authority, Joegleman was already sidelined.

He was the supreme ruler of this department. All he had to do was wait quietly for Joegleman to end his term in mid-year. Then he would take over Joegleman's position. The mere thought excited him.

The day's work ended quickly. Being busy made time fly. He bid farewell to his colleagues and left the bank. Sitting in his car, he couldn't help but think of his secretary and her round hips.

A trace of wild desire rose in his heart. He needed to relax.

He turned the car around, heading to a nearby strip club with a good environment. Due to work, his family hadn't moved here yet. Of course, they might also not want to move. His wife had to take care of her father and didn't want to come to this rural place, smelling cow dung, although there were no cows or cow dung on the streets here.

This gave Bennett plenty of free time to do what he wanted. He parked the car, lowered the brim of his round hat, and walked into the strip club.

Upon entering, he smelled a unique scent and smiled more.

At the service counter, he exchanged a box of change, a necessary tool with many uses in a strip club.

He then chose a stage at random and ordered his favorite drink from the waiter.

Most strip clubs had highly uniform decor. They had many different stages with bars around them. People could sit at the bar to drink, eat, and, more importantly, throw change to make the strippers perform more energetically.

Bennett was somewhat uncomfortable with how crowded it was today, more than before the great strike. The bar area was filled with people, reeking of sweat and alcohol, drunkenly yelling for the girls on stage to take it all off.

The noisy environment displeased Bennett. He was a refined man and didn't want to sit with these people.

Watching handfuls of nickels and dimes being thrown onto the stage, the nearly naked girls danced even more energetically. Soon they had to take off some clothes to cool down in the rising heat.

After watching for a while, Bennett stood up with his box of change and walked to the quieter VIP section. After showing his VIP card, he entered a hall.

Here, the girls wore various outfits. Some wore nun's habits, some wore police uniforms, and some...

In this place, as long as one could pay, the girls could fulfill all the customers' needs.

Just as Bennett was about to choose a girl in a nun's habit, his attention was captured by a girl who had just come from backstage.

She was a young girl of about twenty, wearing a common high school uniform. What made Bennett unable to look away was her resemblance to his first love.

After a moment of daze, he regained his senses, chose the girl, and entered an empty private room.

Soon, the girl in the school uniform, with a bag slung over her shoulder, walked in. Her slightly tender face already had some heartbreaking maturity.

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