Female Novel
Chapter 10: No One Will Help You
Chapter 10: No One Will Help You
Patrick loosened his tie, irritation evident on his face. He clenched his jaw as he gazed out at thepassing traffic. His anger wasn't directed at Jane but at himself. He regretted initiating thatconversation with her. Patrick couldn't fathom why he felt so uneasy whenever she remained silentand ignored him. He should have done the same, given her apparent lack of interest.
The remainder of the drive home was a quiet and uneventful one.
Upon arriving at the villa, Patrick swiftly exited the car and entered the house. Jane, on the otherhand, took her time.
When she finally entered, she found Patrick seated on the living room sofa, holding a glass of water.She didn't spare him a second glance and made her way upstairs.
Patrick placed his glass on the table with an audible thud, emitting a deep, growling sigh. Jane'sindifference was akin to a wound that wouldn't stop bleeding.
Despite the noise, Jane didn't stop or look back. She continued her slow ascent up the stairs. Washe creating a fuss because of what she had said? His behavior seemed excessively sensitive. Howcould he manage Pansy Group with such a thin skin? Weren't his family concerned that hissensitivity would jeopardize the family business?
The following morning, Beatrice and Melissa persisted in their criticism of Jane during breakfast,following their usual routine.
Jane, having developed a thick skin over time, remained silent. Her silence only seemed to fueltheir frustration. They had been hoping for a shouting match with her that morning, but it appearedthat wouldn't be the case now.
As Jane finished her breakfast, she acted as though she were the sole occupant of the dining table.Following her meal, she freshened up and headed off to work.
Her role as a secretary was a breeze, given her natural diligence. She efficiently completed hertasks in the morning, had lunch, and then indulged in a brief nap.
By 3 o'clock in the afternoon, Jane headed to the bathroom. Upon her return, she was met with apile of documents resting on her desk, left there by Monica, who was conspicuously standingnearby.novelbin
Jane was quick to question the appearance of the documents. "Why are these on my desk?"
Monica retorted, "The data in these documents must be input into the company's system today.Another secretary was meant to share the workload with you, but he had an emergency and leftearlier than usual. You'll have to tackle this alone. Finish it all by the end of the day. Ensure the datais accurately organized because it's needed tomorrow. Is that clear?"
Jane silently sifted through the stack of documents, realizing the sheer volume of work that layahead. It was a substantial task that would require hours of labor. She would likely have to workovertime if she hoped to complete it alone by the end of the day.
"Why didn't you give these to me earlier? This is a substantial workload," Jane inquired.
Monica pointed at her menacingly. "Oh, come on! What's so challenging about handling basic datarecords? You can't fault me for assigning them now. Understand that I was only notified about thisrecently. Things can be quite unpredictable in this workplace. Your status as Mr. Pansy's fiancéedoesn't exempt you from your responsibilities here. As the department head, I have every right todelegate tasks to you. If you can't handle it, feel free to quit."
It was glaringly obvious that Monica was intentionally making things difficult for Jane. However,Jane refused to be beaten down.
"Very well, I'll take care of it."
With this, Jane seated herself and began working.
A sinister smile crept across Monica's face. She had actually known about this task since themorning. Seeing that Jane had completed her other duties so swiftly, she had deliberately grantedthe other secretary a day off.
She had remained silent until almost the end of the workday. The task was substantial, and Monicacalculated that Jane would be laboring until late into the night. She expected Jane to be exhaustedeven if she managed to finish.
"Remember, make no mistakes. Every single figure must be precise. A single error could render theentire dataset useless and cost the company dearly," Monica admonished.
Jane's patience was wearing thin. She responded impatiently, "Anything else? If you havesomething important to say, just say it all at once."
Monica felt humiliated in front of her colleagues. She considered it a slap in the face, as no one inthe department had ever dared to go against her or speak to her in such a manner. She was furiousthat this newcomer had addressed her so brazenly.
With clenched fists, Monica glared at Jane and stormed away, muttering under her breath, "Stupidgirl! You may be all smiles now, but you'll cry later. This is just the beginning. A more severepunishment awaits. You'll have no one to help you here. You're on your own."