I wandered outside the company, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. Should I return to work, or not? Just then, my phone rang."How long are you going to loiter outside? Hurry up and get back inside."

It was only then that I noticed, I was directly in front of her office window, and she had seen everything. I really didn't want to go back. I didn't care; after all, she wasn't here often. Besides, I was just a worker—what was there to fear? I reassured myself. If she thought I owed her something, I certainly didn't feel that way. After all, it was a mutual agreement—she was willing, and so was I—though my methods might not be the most dignified.

Having made up my mind, I walked back in. Instead of going to her office, I headed straight to the workshop to continue filling in for my shift. The phone rang again, and through the receiver came a sharp, lion-like roar."Where are you?"

"I'm in the workshop, working!" I snapped back.

"Did I tell you to go work in the workshop? I told you to come here!" Wealthy women have such poor tempers.

"You didn't say!" I mumbled under my breath.

"Didn't I? Or are you just brainless? No wonder you couldn't even finish university." Her words pierced like a sharp blade, driving straight into my chest. A surge of rage welled up, and my fist clenched involuntarily. I wanted to storm up and argue with her. But I took a deep breath and forced myself to swallow the fury rising within me.

I walked toward her office with a calm facade, though my heart boiled with resentment and anger. When I pushed the door open, I saw her boyfriend, speaking softly to her, as if reporting something. Upon seeing me, he immediately fell silent and hurried out, discreetly closing the door behind him. His lingering, knowing look made me sick to my stomach. He was nothing but a kept man, living off a woman's wealth.

"Tomorrow, go to the production office and work as a production assistant." She lifted her gaze, speaking coldly, as though there were no room for discussion.

"I'm just a worker. I can't handle office work." I retorted, refusing to back down, though I felt a twinge of doubt.

"I told you to go, so learn the job properly." Her tone grew even icier, as if reprimanding a disappointing child.

"If I can't learn it, then I'll just stay a worker." I stubbornly persisted.

Her face darkened, and without a word, she grabbed a folder from the desk and threw it at me with force. Instinctively, I dodged, and the folder hit the floor with a heavy thud. She glared at me coldly, her eyes full of disdain and fury.

"Then, starting tomorrow, you will clean the entire company." Her voice was like ice, sending a chill through me.

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I glared at her, filled with anger and helplessness. Her indifferent expression made it clear she wasn't joking."I won't. I'm not a janitor," I gritted through my teeth.

"You don't want to do anything? What do you plan to do, then? Should I hire you as the chairman?" Her voice rose to a near roar.

"I wouldn't dare, and I couldn't even if I tried. I'll just be a worker, and that's enough for me," I replied coldly, though a wave of helplessness stirred within me.

Her face turned an even deeper shade of anger, as though she were struggling to suppress her fury. She took a deep breath and said with cold finality,"Who do you think you are? Here, you have no rights but to obey. You'll either go to the production office, or you'll clean. You decide."

I felt bitter inside, knowing I had no real choice. Though my heart burned with frustration, I lowered my head and silently left the office.

I went downstairs, my anger erupting like a volcano, and I kicked the trash can away. The trash can drew a beautiful arc in the air, and fell heavily to the ground, with the trash scattering everywhere, as if mocking my incompetence and anger. I looked at the trash on the ground, took a deep breath, picked up the broom and started to clean it up. At this moment, the pretty boy walked past me arrogantly, with a hint of sneer on his face,"Hey, cleaner."

I could scarcely resist the urge to strike that pale, delicate face of his with the broom, but reason reminded me that such an action would only entangle me in further trouble. Never mind, he was her favorite, someone beyond reproach. I silently continued sweeping the floor, though my heart roiled with turmoil.

As I buried myself in my task, the manager approached, his brow furrowed in confusion. Clearly, he found my sweeping in this place unusual."Ryan, what are you doing here?"

"Sweeping the floor, I'm a cleaner!" I said deliberately, with a hint of sarcasm and helplessness in my tone.

The manager appeared even more bewildered."Didn't Chairman Summers say you were starting as a production assistant tomorrow?"

"I'm not. I'm doing janitorial work," I replied curtly, filled with disdain for any arrangement she made.

The manager clearly didn't believe me. He frowned."I'll check with Chairman Summers. How could she possibly assign you to clean?" He was evidently concerned and eager to resolve the matter for me.

"No need..." I began to protest, but he had already hurried away.

I sighed and resumed my sweeping. After a while, the phone rang, its shrill tone urging me to answer. I picked up the receiver, but before I could speak, a woman's loud voice boomed from the other end."Get up here now."

I rolled my eyes, inwardly cursing her for shouting. Reluctantly, I set the broom aside and, with a nonchalant attitude, made my way upstairs to her office.

As I pushed the door open, I deliberately spoke in a lazy tone."Sophie Summers, you called for me? I was just in the middle of sweeping."

She raised her head, her eyes flashing with anger,"Are you really a cleaner?" She almost yelled, her voice echoing in the office.

"You asked me to," I retorted sharply, secretly reveling in her reaction, wondering what she would say next.

Her face turned an unhealthy shade of pale, and she hissed,"If I told you to eat shit, would you do that too?" Her voice dripped with evident mockery.

"I'm not brainless. No amount of money would make me bow down," I answered firmly, though I couldn't suppress a quiet laugh, eager to see how she would react.

She stomped her foot in frustration."I didn't think you could be so shameless."

I continued to provoke her, thinking to myself, just fire me, then I will be free.

She narrowed her eyes and sneered."Are you trying to provoke me into firing you?" Was this woman suddenly so sharp?

"No, I'm just doing my job," I replied, feigning innocence, while secretly plotting my next move.