Humiliated for Winning a Golden Seat, I Moved Next Door to the Chairman
Language: en
Ryan tore the slip into four pieces and threw them in my face. “You’re just logistics. You think you deserve to sit here?” I stood still without moving. The scraps fell beside my feet, and two pieces landed on the tops of my dress shoes. I lowered my head to look, then bent down and picked them up one by one. Ryan let out a laugh. “Still picking them up? What are you going to do after you pick them up? Tape them back together and keep sitting there?” I said nothing. He shoved his hands into his trouser pockets and lifted his chin toward the desk in the corner. “From now on, you sit…