you got used to the bad behaviour of the employees on japan. as a foreigner, they used you to work like a damn dog; humiliating every day and making you be their 'servant'.

on one of these times when working, your higher said that the ceo miyawaki asked for coffee and, for what they say, she was a cold and rude woman, no caring about the others, raised from her own and you couldnt but feel slightly afraid by it... and, well, they did. when you gave the coffee, she spat everything on floor, table and her OwN expensive clothes. all you could hear was 'clicks', laughs and people murmuring from behind.

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came the day to talk to her. face to face. you could feel the bolt of fear on your whole body as entering the room, bowing politely to her and sitting in front of the ceo; she looked pretty as told, black clothes and fixing her own makeup before looking up to you, actually smiling?

"oh, youre the one from that day, right?"

damn. by her kind accent, even the options of being expelled or killed for simply humiliating her on live disappeared.