On my first day at work, CEO Lu Jinsheng publicly said my designs were worse than a pattern maker’s.
I hated him so much my teeth ached, but I had to admit that his understanding of design was terrifyingly good.
Working overtime until midnight, I caught him practicing his smile in the mirror. It was so perfectly measured it was frightening, like something generated by AI: no warmth, no soul.
On my thirtieth birthday, my family sent me a document.
They said I had to accept a private slave, or he would be disposed of.
I signed.
The moment I opened the door, the lofty, sharp-tongued, cold-blooded CEO from my company was kneeling before me.
“Your subordinate, Lu Jinsheng, pays homage to his master.”
He had been chosen as my private slave when he was eighteen. He scolded me, exploited me, and tormented me at work only because he was waiting for me to come back.
I don’t know how to be a master, and he doesn’t know how to be a person.
But I want to save him from that monstrous system.
Even if he thinks he doesn’t deserve to be saved.
It's like AI. It was clearly said in person, but it ended up appearing on the message interface.
There are a lot of water characters, and I feel like I have read a similar book before, but I changed my career, and the plot is draggy. It takes a sentence of eighteen bends on a mountain road to say it.
The content is not attractive
Like AI writing is so weird
I feel like this idea is very good