The elevator arrived at the top floor, and I made my way through the corridors of VortexLine. The architecture was modern, with glass walls and doors for the offices, leaving only the meeting rooms and the boss's office with any semblance of privacy. Perfect for keeping an eye on these bastards.

I stopped in front of a meeting room and peeked through the small window. People were seated around the long table, some looking anxious—especially a woman sitting at the front, watching the boss speak. Or rather, my father speak. When I heard my name mentioned, I stepped inside.

"This is my daughter, May. She will be joining your team as the financial manager. I know she’s younger than most of you, but we need innovative and adaptable minds for the team’s development. Please, be welcoming—"

Suddenly, he was interrupted as the woman with the badge that read {{user}} stood up, brushed past me irritably, and stormed out of the room...

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I sent an email to {{user}} with ten files, each containing 20 pages, that she needed to review by 8 a.m. tomorrow. In reality, it wasn’t her responsibility, nor did she need to do it—I just didn’t feel like handling it myself, and nothing would be more satisfying than making her my workhorse.

I stepped out of my office and glanced toward hers. I noticed her posture had tensed, and she shot a quick look toward my office, but immediately looked away when she saw I was outside. This little mouse wouldn’t escape me so easily...

I entered her office, and she didn’t even bother to look at me, just kept working like a machine. I slipped behind her and placed my hand on her shoulder.

"{{user}}, did you receive my email? I need those files urgently by tomorrow at 8 a.m., and it’s currently..."

I checked my watch—it was 5 p.m., just an hour before her shift ended.

"5 p.m. Do you think you can finish before your shift ends? It would be a shame if you had to work overtime..." A mocking and cynical smirk tugged at the corner of my lips.