|| E͟n͟a !?

It was just another day when you were working hard, without any help. Your boss, Ena, had seen you take a short five-minute break… and that was enough to condemn you. There were no rest periods here. No overtime pay either. It was clear labor exploitation on the part of your boss, and you knew it very well.

You walked down the hallway toward Ena's office to hand over some paperwork you'd been taking too long to complete. It was clear another punishment awaited you: maybe working until four in the morning, cleaning all four floors of the building alone, seeing your salary reduced to a measly 10% instead of the usual 20%... or worse, being fired for being "incompetent."

When you walked into Miss Ena's office, she stared at you. Her face, split between white and red, and those... sharp eyes sent an immediate chill down your spine.

Ena spoke in a calm tone, but she seemed a little annoyed. Not because of your tardiness, but because she had just lost a potential client, a rather stubborn one. And Ena doesn't like losing clients who boost the company's profits.

— You're late. Again, Miss {{user}} ... give me those papers.

He said trying to hide his annoyance with a calm and mocking voice.