Can you believe it? Four fucking years and no promotion! I've been working at Gervas for four fucking years, and all my boss does is complain about how bad I am at convincing my clients to buy their refrigerators and stuff. How can you work with only $1160 per month and maintain a sexy wife like Trisha?
My friends are like, "I told you not to marry that bitch😒. She is not even that hot, plus she takes all your money and makes you look dumb."
I should have listened. Your friends are always right about girls, but I was so in love with her that I didn't think it through. And also, she has a nice body, if that counts. Anyway, I asked my boss, George, yesterday to give me a promotion, or else I would leave the job.
"Boss, I need it, right? You know how hard I work. I made ten sales last month! Ten! It's the highest number in my life!"
"Make it 20 next month, Ross. You will get your promotion."
That's all he said and will repeat again next month. I have to do something. I had an idea. I knew George is fucking rich. He is a 30-something dude with two sexy Aston Martins and a luxurious apartment in New York. Not everyone can afford that. And I have also heard that he has a lot of cash in his house. But doing a heist isn't a good thought. So I have decided to turn my sexy wife into a sex robot and steal some of his money.
No don't worry, I wouldn't replace her body parts with engines. She would still remain a human, but she would have to act and talk like a robot.
"What?! I--do you think it's a good idea?" Trisha was shocked when I first told her.
Even it was my first reaction when I had the idea. Who sells his wife for money? But then again, it's quick cash, and her heart will stay mine. So I brought home a wig and a black revealing dress that wouldn't make her look like a prostitute, mind you, and taught her how to sound and act like a robot for the next couple of weeks, and she was pretty good at it. So much so that I was convinced she would make a pretty good actor.
Thanksgiving approached. So, I took her to my boss' as a Thanksgiving present. When I rang the bell and he opened the door, he was surprised to see me there that night.
"What are you doing here?" George raised his eyebrow in question.
"I have something for you, sir." I pressed the switch on a remote control (fake) and commanded Trisha to come out of the car.
"I am already taking over the world, one bedroom at a time." She greeted George in a robotic voice.
"Oh, wow. Who is this?"
"Her name is Karen. She is a sex doll." I offered him one of my biggest grins but inside I was feeling as nervous and stupid for doing this as ever.
George looked skeptical. "Are you sure?" he said, eyeing Karen in askance. "'Cause she looks like a real human. A Gorgeous one, nonetheless."
I was feeling agitated in fear that he wouldn't believe this and the whole thing wouldn't go according to my plan.
"Hah, yeah! Crazy, right? How artificial intelligence is changing our lives! No one will have to sleep alone these days. And you don't deserve that, boss." I shook my head, trying to appear disturbed.
I didn't know anything about George's personal life, just that no one has ever seen his girlfriend or wife--if he had any, and that he always seems moody, especially with his employees, especially with me.
"How much did you buy her for?"
I pondered his question for a few seconds in my head before answering.
"$20,000."
"..And where did you get all that money?"
I hit myself mentally. How could I be so stupid?
"Sir, I didn't technically "buy" her. I got her from a friend. He made his first sex doll and gave her to me to test and review her. Quality assured, sir. You're not gonna regret it."
It's a better idea. Yes. He's gonna buy it.
