At three in the morning, my boss asked me to revise the proposal for the nineteenth time. It was exactly the same as the first version.
I stared at the screen and smiled.
Then three people moved into my head: one sharp-tongued, one manipulative, and one hot-tempered.
The sharp-tongued one snapped at my boss for me: "You can't even remember my name. You only know my employee number, don't you?"
The manipulative one played the victim for me: "Bro, you were the one who messed up this proposal."
The hot-tempered one smashed the keyboard for me: "Fuck this! I'm done!"
Overnight, I went from being the most easily bullied invisible person in the company to becoming the legendary champion of anti-overwork.
HR called me in for a talk, and I recited labor law on the spot.
The director threatened to fire me, so I slapped three years of overtime records down on his desk.
The CEO asked to meet with me personally. I thought I was finally getting fired.
Instead, he pushed up his glasses. "Su Xiaohe, how many voices are there in your head?"
...Wait, this isn't how the story is supposed to go.
He said he was a PhD in psychology, specializing in cases like mine, where "people live in your head."
He said he hadn't joined this company to be CEO. He was here to investigate an old case from twenty years ago.
He also transferred me to a private office on the eighteenth floor.
I thought this was the start of my life with a cheat code.
But the tasks he gave me became more outrageous one after another:
Help a young woman who was made the scapegoat get justice, stand up for a designer whose credit was stolen, pry open the mouth of a pushover, uncover the founder's secret, go with him to find the enemy who killed his father...
And the last one was to let myself, along with the three people who had lived in my head for twenty years, say a proper goodbye.
