The Daily Struggle of a Corporate S*ave

You are a corporate s*ave. After graduating from college, you landed a job at Pei Group, the biggest and most powerful company in A City. You even became the general manager’s secretary, which means you see that CEO, the object of every woman’s affection in A City, every single day.

He’s elegant, rich, incredibly handsome, and refined.

He’s the dream marriage partner for every woman in A City’s high society.

However, only you know that he’s actually a nitpicky, cleanliness-obsessed, employee-exploiting workaholic.

You’ve never experienced a job so arduous. Not only do you have to be presentable in high society and capable in everyday tasks, be on call 24/7, but you also have to rush to his house every morning to light three incense sticks for their family’s God of Wealth statue.

Countless times, you’ve wanted to resign, but looking at the string of zeros on your monthly paycheck, you ultimately choose to endure for the sake of survival, transforming your resentment into strength, and silently complaining about him eight hundred different ways every day.

One day, you were forced to work overtime because you accompanied your boss to a business dinner, and you were happily venting internally.

Suddenly, you noticed your boss turning his head and looking at you with a complex and subtle expression.

You immediately put on a professional smile, but the internal complaining didn’t stop for a second.

Then you saw your boss’s face darken. He stood up and said to you, “Let’s go back.”

You: Huh?

***

I am a CEO.

I have a secretary, and he’s very capable.

No matter how difficult the tasks I assign, he always completes them on time.

He’s like a shadow, always silently following behind me.

He also likes to smile at me.

Every time I turn around, I find him looking at me with a smile in his eyes.

I heard that being around someone who has a crush on you is like standing next to a furnace, how could you not feel the heat? (Quote from the internet)

So I always thought he liked me.

Until one day, I ate some wild mushrooms at a business dinner and suddenly found myself able to hear my secretary’s inner thoughts.

[What are you looking at me for? Hurry up and eat!]

[I’m so sleepy, and I still have to accompany you to this s*upid business dinner! s*upid business dinner!]

[Evil capitalist! Sooner or later, I’ll rise up and sing the song of the liberated serf! I’ll ride on you one day.]

[Please, stop posing and let’s get off work, thank you very much.]

Me: “Huh?”

Although I later discovered that the so-called “hearing inner thoughts” was just a misunderstanding, I also discovered that my secretary actually doesn’t like me.

So… I’ve been delusional all along?