RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 435: Businessman

Spaulding High School’s internet problem wasn’t a big deal. Their ethernet, which had been working since its installation, had suddenly stopped working.

In a place like Houston, this wouldn’t be much of a problem. A single phone call and an expert would be on the way, but here in Kerrville, these experts were short at hand.

Considering the highly anticipated science exposition had just started today, Mirah had been in a bit of a pickle, and she had been quick to reach me.

"What is that?" a tall blonde woman asked, leaning forward on the table and staring at what I had in my hand.

The woman had the top buttons of her shirt undone, and her tongue occasionally snaked out of her mouth to go over her lips.

"An RJ45 connector."

"What does it mean?"

"What?"

"The RJ."

"Registered Jack."

Mike had taken me to the room that contained the school’s ISP box and then returned to class to continue with his lesson.

After making some confirmations, I left the school and went out to the streets to get some equipment, then returned to work.

I don’t know how, but while I worked, the hot blonde had arrived in the room and aggressively began hitting on me.

"So the problem with the WiFi is that the RJ45 is bad?"

"Not really," I told the woman as I straightened out a couple of cables.

"The cables are the problem. Checking around the school, I found three cables with cuts in them.

There was wear in the section that was cut, so I’m guessing someone pulled and snapped them."

"Will they be difficult to repair?"

The blonde’s question made me frown, and I slowly nodded.

"A bit. I can’t use the old cables, so I’ll need to buy new ones and rewire the whole thing."

"I thought you said the computer class would be able to resume."

"Yes."

I carefully placed the cables I had been straightening into the connector, clipped it, and plugged it into the ISP box to the side.

"I’ve fixed the one for the class, but not the other parts of the school.

If you’ll excuse me."

I stood and, rounding the table, moved to exit the room, but the blonde caught my wrist.

"You’ll just leave me like that? You won’t even ask my name?"

"Look, you look like a good woman and I find your smile pretty, but I’m not the right guy for you. You’ll only end up with a broken heart."

Call it the year 2002, 2025, or 1885—women would still be women. Their patterns were predictable, especially when they were under the influence of emotions.

The strength in my tone, the compliment in my words, the sadness in my eyes—my speech didn’t douse the fire in her, it stirred the flames.

"I’m Darsey."

"That’s a pretty name," I said, honestly surprised.

"See you around, Darsey."

As I left, I debated the risk of fucking Darsey, my mission in the high school kept firmly in my mind.

I left the school and went out for more supplies, needing to search different stores to find the replacement cables I needed.

Returning to the school, it took me a while to get a ladder, but when I did, I resumed work.

It was evening when I finally had the network in the school running, and as I packed up, Mirah walked up to me.

"You’re finally done," she smiled.

"Yes."

She had come around twice earlier to check on me, bringing me lunch one of those times.

"Let me drop you home."

"Thanks."

Mirah drove a silver Camry, and as we headed out onto the road, she started up a discussion.

"Where are you from, Marcus? You’re clearly not from Texas."

"LA, California."

"Oh. What brings you so far away from home?"

"Business and adventure."

"I’m guessing your volunteering at the school is the adventure aspect."

"Yes. I want to experience a bit of the culture over here. Know what you people are like."

Mirah asked a few more questions, then shone a light on my actions.

"You know, when Darsey came around telling me you were running around getting supplies, I was quite surprised.

People usually confirm with the authority before doing this kind of thing to make sure they get back their money.

How much does the school owe you?"

"Nothing."

"We are not looking for charity, Mr. Lawson," Mirah’s tone suddenly hardened.

"And I’m not low on cash. Remember I said I came here for business. Things went good, and I have change to spare."

"Be that as it may, you provided the school with a service, and we are bound to pay you for it."

"Fine. Decide on my pay and hand it to me tomorrow."

Mirah was satisfied and moved to inquiring about the work I had done.

"You bought new cables. They must have been quite expensive."

"They were."

"Why not mend the old ones together?"

"It doesn’t work like that for the kind of cables we are dealing with."

I didn’t fault Mirah for her ignorance; this was not 2025, where the internet was nearly as common as life. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Mirah was quite inquisitive, and I did my best to answer her questions.

"Things are changing so fast. I can remember just some years back I would go to the post office and deliver my letters, but now my daughter hammers at me to send her messages online.

She hired me a computer teacher, and I had to sit and learn for minutes without end."

"But you got it all down, didn’t you? I remember when I entered the office you were focused on your laptop."

"Yes, but the journey.

I keep telling myself I’m too old for these things, but every day I’m back in the office."

"You love the kids too much."

"Yeah, I can’t imagine myself sitting back and not making sure they are being led on the right path," Mirah smiled.

When we finally got to my stop, Mirah’s brows furrowed as she looked at the entrance of the building to her left.

"You stay here?"

"Yes. I’ll be here till the end of the week."

"Isn’t this too expensive?" she asked worriedly.

"I told you, I’m a businessman."