章節 4: Over work
"As if." Scoffing to myself, I walk out of the office. The heavy files tried to weigh me down, but I strongly held on to them. I won't allow him to find any means to think am not qualified for this job.
He makes it seem like he's ready to take the job from me should I so much as yawn.
"Who does he think he is?" I lowly murmurs.
My eyes darted around to check for the insufferable male.
I won't put it past him to monitor me everywhere I go.
Someone like him is capable of putting our surveillance on me.
He just wants me to make a simple mistake.
*
I enter my office which looked a bit like Dozzy's, and walking straight to the office chair, I sat on it.
Placed the Files on the table that have nothing else on it aside from an old-looking laptop. I swear the laptop is one that was used by my late great-grandparents.
"What's this rubbish?"
This isn't the sort of thing I expected someone as wealthy and influential as Meka to have in their office.
"Are you complaining about the office laptop? Aren't you up to the task?"
My heart skipped a bit when I heard those words, but…
Looking up, I saw Dozzy leaning on the door. His hands were put into the pockets of his trousers.
"Did he send you to monitor me?" I glare at him.
"Not at all. I came to see how you're coping with your new work laptop." He smirks, "How are you loving it?"
"Is this some sort of joke or what?"
I don't think this is the work laptop allocated to me. This must be part of a prank played on me by Dozzy.
"A joke? You've got to be kidding me. This is the work laptop you've been given. Mr Mar believes it'll help you work more efficiently."
"Work more efficiently?" It's more like they will hinder me from doing any work at all!
With this type of laptop, I'm likely to work for two years on these files.
"Those are his words, not mine." Dozzy smirks.
"Why does he hate me so?"
I don't understand why he has such hatred towards me when we've only met once.
"I don't know. That's for him to know, and only you to find out. Good luck dear, I'm out!" With those words, Dozzy left my office.
"You can resign if it works for you!" I hear him shout.
As if I'll do that.
"I guess it's me and you." I sigh at the laptop.
I won't give up on him.
If anyone is giving up among us, it's him.
I'll show him that.
*
I wipe the sweat on my brows. My eyes pained me based on how many hours I've been on the computer screen.
"Is this work or what?" I yawn from tiredness. My back is cramped. My neck aching me like no man's business.
This doesn't seem like work to me at all. It seems like someone is out there to make sure I die from overwork.
How can a person be given work that's not meant for only one department?
I can see more than three files from four different departments here. It just doesn't make sense at all.
Rubbing the back of my neck to ease the pain and crampon it, I look at the clock on the wall.
"Shit!" I hastily stood from the chair, I am sitting on when I saw it was nearly 7 in the evening.
How come I never noticed the time?
How engrossed was I in my work?
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