Chapter 9
I didn’t dare waste time and quickly gathered my things I grabbed i thermos Mulana leti
As soon as I stepped in, the sound of objects being thrown echoed from the dection of Banquella’s office.
All the employees nearby looked at me with ease. They were perspiring as they sat at their desks, straining to listen to the
Ichecked the time—it was only 7:30 am. These were still toutes left until the official start of work, so what exactly was the trying to accomplish by calling me here so early?
I opened the door to her office and was immediately struck on the forehead by a cup she hurled in my direction Blood began in trickle down from the wound, but she seemed entirely undazed, staring coldly at me. “Where have you been the past two nights?”
“I was hospitalized”
Het Town deepened “Hospitalized? Over a single bottle of beer? I bet you’re lying!!!
“It’s not even work hours yet, and I’m not late,” Luid in a firm tone. “What exactly do you want?”
She scoffed. “Joshua, so what it I call you for no reason? You’re just the Smith family’s lapdog When I tell you to come, you better rush here immediately!”
Her words cut deep
“It’s work–related and I’ve done something wrong, go ahead and get mad at me all you want.” I replied. “But it’s not work hours yet, and I’ve done nothing wrong. You don’t need to mul this into a scene.”
With that, Topened the door and walked out.
Raquelle threw her cup at my feet as she scolded, “Joshua, I told you to stop! Are you deal? How dare you defy me? Let me clarify – if you don’t come back right now, don’t bother coming to the office at the Smith residence ever again!”.
Het oppressive presence made it hard for me to breathe.
I took a moment to clear my head and noticed sose employees carrying two boss toward the do, the followed closely behind, directing them to dump everything into the trash. “since you’re a lapdog that doesn’t know how to behave, neither you nor your things belong here,” she said, armscrossed, watching me with a mocking smile, “Now, get lost.” Tignosed her, gathering my belongings and putting them back into the box.
“You can’t fine me, Racquelle.” I held the box and looked at her calmly. “I’ll leave when my contract ends.
She scoffed, crossing het arms. “Who are you kidding, Joshua? Where will you go if you leave the Smith family?
“You’ve been here too long to give up the money and status. You’re so pathetic that you’d rather stay on as my loyal lapdog than leave! You claim you’ll leave when your contract ends, but I’m sure you make up any excuse just to cling on here. Go ahead, prove the wrong”
I didn’t respond, caying my things as 1 returned to the building.
“Stop! Joshua, I said get lost Didn’t you hear me?”
ming, Racquelle stomped her foot in frustration. But even as I rented the office, no one dared to block my way. They all knew well enough–beneath her glamorous surface, she w riply thell
As the general manager, I held the real decision–making power regarding the company’s day–to–day operations. As for Racquelle, the company could operate the same way, with or without
