Sherry's Redemption Episodes 1-5 (Complete)

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1. Office Girl Shirley
I was sitting in my office, utterly bored, when I suddenly caught sight of Shirley walking towards me. I pretended to pick up my phone and wave it
, feigning to check a message, but my fingers were still trembling slightly with guilt. The image on the phone was of the lovely
Shirley; having the chance to secretly record a video of her was my greatest pleasure every day.
Of course, doing this was very risky. First, I couldn't keep the camera pointed at her the whole time; I had to occasionally
wiggle it left and right. My eyes had to be on the phone, not looking at her while recording, otherwise I'd
be immediately exposed. I also had to be careful if any colleagues were passing by; if someone saw me secretly filming Shirley, it would be a big
problem .
I only recorded about 30 seconds; I couldn't record too long, otherwise it would look unnatural. I was really impatient,
wishing I could immediately rush to the toilet and sit on the toilet to look at my spoils! But reason told me that I couldn't be too hasty;
I had to act nonchalant, and there would be plenty of other opportunities.
"Danny, come to my office!"
That voice I hated most rang in my ears again. It was my junior supervisor, Jianren. Jianren was
a second- , fluent in English. Although he had less seniority than me,
he had climbed to a managerial position quickly thanks to his connections. This guy, around 30 years old, was always showing off in front of me. Actually,
I couldn't blame him; Jianren was a favorite of the CEO, always dressed smartly for work, looking much more presentable
than me.
I was, in other people's eyes, a typical engineering nerd. I hated wearing suits and ties; I
wore had no rings or necklaces; I considered those things unnecessary.
I never bought designer clothes, and I usually didn't even notice when they were worn out.
My biggest hobby was surfing the internet, chatting, and watching movies. Frankly, sometimes I even
despised .
"This report of yours is absolutely terrible!" Senior Jianren slammed a file on the table. "
I've marked all the parts that need changing. Go back and rewrite it properly. It's due tomorrow morning!"
I left Senior Jianren's office dejectedly, feeling that this job was truly uninteresting. My job
mainly involves programming, and writing reports is not my forte, especially not in English! Back
in junior high school, I gave up after learning the 26 letters of the alphabet. If it weren't for the money,
I would have quit long ago!
Shirley walked over from the side and entered Senior Jianren's office as well. Only then did I understand that what made me
so attached to this job was not just the salary, but also this female colleague, Shirley. I
smiled at Shirley earlier, and she waved back, indicating that she received my message, but she remained expressionless.
Shirley has always been like this with me. No matter what I do, I can't get closer to her. She always has a
cold face towards me.
"Shirley looks so beautiful today..." I thought to myself. Her shoulder-length hair was slightly wavy
, and she was wearing my favorite open-toed sandals. I love looking at women's feet; a woman with beautiful toes must also
have a beautiful body. What attracts me most about Shirley is her pair of bright, large eyes. I can't even look directly into her
eyes, because it makes me panic.
2. Iron Brothers' Three Musketeers
This is a small company that undertakes government projects. Government projects are like that—they're neither good nor
bad, going on for over ten years. I've been here for three years now, while Shirley has been here longer than me. She
joined right after graduating from university and has been here for seven years.
I'm responsible for programming here, dealing with computers all day. Software engineering is probably the most suitable profession for me
. Computers are simple; they do exactly what you program. Interacting with people is much more complex. Even if you
understand every sentence, you might not grasp their true meaning. People say I have social anxiety, but I
think deep down I crave friends; I just don't know how to express it.
I do have a few close friends at the company. One is a young Black man who does odd jobs, named
Mark. Mark is a local, very strong and muscular.
Mark's job is to move things, loading and unloading goods—things we wouldn't be able to do physically.
Mark is very happy about it, often saying he doesn't need to spend money on a gym membership! He works out every day at work.
Another guy is a handsome young white man named Allen. Allen is half a head taller than me. Being with Allen
often makes me feel that life is unfair; white people, no matter how tall, are always more handsome than us!
Allen specializes in bidding, which is a white person's specialty. They're terrible with computers, complete tech
novices, but they can make a living simply by talking. In other words, they don't need to learn computers;
their eloquence is their greatest weapon. Mark,
Allen, and I are known as the "Three Musketeers" in the company—one fair-skinned, one dark-skinned, and one blond. People often laugh at
us, saying we're a microcosm of the world, and I think so too. Allen is always rather arrogant, Mark thinks he's no less than
us, and I feel I'm not as good as Allen, but at the very least, I should be a little better than Mark.
Sometimes, with a man's intuition, I seem to sense that Allen is interested in Shirley, but Allen already has
a girlfriend , so it must be my imagination. As for Mark, I'm not worried at all. Even if Shirley is blind
, she would never be interested in Mark.
The three of us often go to the bar at the intersection after work for a drink, bantering—it's
a kind of .
Stretching, I finally finished what Jianren asked for, but I don't plan to give it to him now. If I give it to him
too early he'll probably assign me a new task. I'll wait another two or three hours and give it to him near the end of the workday
. Even if there's a new task, I'll do it tomorrow.
I sent Shirley a text message on WeChat:
"Want to have lunch together?"
"Who else is coming?" She replied quickly,
"No one else, just the two of us. Want to go get noodles? My treat.
" "No thanks then! I appreciate your kindness."
I closed WeChat and smiled contentedly. Was I disappointed? A little, but I'm used to it. From the beginning until now,
Shirley has never had lunch alone with me, but that doesn't matter. Being able to chat with her on WeChat is
enough to make me happy.
Shirley and I rarely talk at work; WeChat is our secret communication channel.
It felt like we were two old friends, able to chat often without the awkwardness of face-to-face interaction.
The company has a WeChat group where Shirley is quite active, but she doesn't pay much attention to me.
No wonder people say loneliness isn't about not having friends, but about not having friends who care. I care about
Shirley , often just hoping for a like, a response, but that hope often goes unfulfilled.
"How you're doing a bed"
Mark and I hugged briefly in the bar; his arms felt like iron clamps, almost crushing my ribs.
It was Monday night, and we needed a drink on Mondays because the start of the week is always tough, requiring
a little alcohol to numb ourselves. Mark ordered a rum cola, and I, as usual, got a mango
mojito. Mark often laughs at me for drinking these kinds of cocktails, saying it lacks masculinity, but so what? I
just love the taste of mango.
We chatted for a while. " Jenren is killing me recently
." Mark's eyes lit up, and he launched into a tirade against Jianren in front of me. These black guys are so naive; they can't handle any stimulation. I usually just need to give them a nudge, and they'll start pouring their hearts out. "Jenren is an asshole!" Jianren often treats Mark like a servant, rarely expressing gratitude, unaware that black people care a lot about this; they feel they deserve recognition for their hard work. "Let me tell you something. " Mark said he occasionally sees Shirley and Jianren chatting and laughing in the break room. "She's a bitch!!" My god, Mark actually called Shirley a bitch! Shirley is a goddess in my eyes! I calmly listened to what Mark had to say. In Mark's eyes, Shirley was very promiscuous with several foreign men, like a bitch that anyone could sleep with, but she was always serious and unsmiling towards Mark. I found it funny. Not only was she indifferent to you, but she was also quite cold to me. After saying goodbye to Mark, I drove around the streets and unknowingly arrived at the alley where Shirley lived. I had accidentally obtained her address once, and I would often come here to stare at her house in a daze. What kind of scenery was coming from inside the house? I had never been inside to see it, and maybe I would never have the chance in this lifetime, so I could only look at it from here. I opened WeChat and sent her a text message: "Are you busy?" "Not really." "I'm so tired from work today!" "Yeah..." "Any plans for next weekend?" "Nothing at the moment." "Want to go see a movie or something?" "We'll see..." "Okay, goodnight!" "Okay." I started the car and drove home. I thought I'd make a seafood platter at home and bring it to her tomorrow. Even if we can't have lunch together, she can still eat something I made, right?

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