With sympathy

"Miss Fāng!" I shout as I rush behind my cart to hide. "I'm sorry! This isn't my fault!"

There is an aching pause in the air, one that chills me to the bone. As a manager and my boss, she can have me fired for this.

But instead, I hear her speak softly. "Ahab? Are you okay?"

I take a deep breath and begin to explain. "I got some chemicals on my clothes and took them off to clean them. Then Milly, Hanna, and Rose stole them from me."

I slowly stand up, hiding my bottom half behind the cart, and risk looking her in the eye. She seems worried about me and slightly scared. To my surprise, she starts to walk around the cart towards me. I stiffen as she put a hand to my chest.

"Is this a bruise?" She asks.

I hadn't even noticed it. "I think Milly tripped me while I ran."

"You poor thing." She runs her fingers over it gently. My breath catches in my throat, more from her touch than the pain.

"Does that hurt?" She asks.

"A little," I admit.

She takes my hand in her own. "Come on up to the office. I'll help you find something to wear. I won't let anybody else see you. I promise."

"Th-Th-Thank you," I mumble, still utterly ashamed.

She slowly leads me away from the cart and I instinctively use my free hand to hide my cock. Ming Zhao blushes and turns away. "I-I'm sorry. I won't look."

She leads me to the freight elevator and presses the button for the top floor. I smile weakly at her, even though she can't see it. "Thank you, Miss Ming Zhao."

She laughs. "You don't have to be so formal with me. Call me Ming Zhao."

"Okay, Ming Zhao."

She dares to look back at me with a side glance and smile. Suddenly, it's replaced by a look of terror as she turns to the side of the elevator.

"Oh- no!— No!"