"Suman, go make me a cup of coffee, hand-grinded, 30% sugar, no milk."
A cold male voice came from the president's office, carrying an unquestionable order.
"Okay, Mr. Lu."
I responded, raised my head from the pile of documents, and pushed up the thick black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of my nose.
The gray professional suit that I am wearing is one size too big. I bought it from the second-hand market specifically to make myself look more inconspicuous and more like a standard social worker with a monthly salary of 5,000 to 5,000 yuan and a hardworking and uncomplaining attitude.
In the tea room, several well-dressed secretaries were chatting. Seeing me coming in, one of them named Lily, an old man from the president's office and the one who loved putting on my little shoes, immediately raised her voice.
"Hey, isn't this our all-powerful Suman, making coffee for the CEO? It's really hard on you, you have to do all the chores."
I didn't say anything, I just smiled shyly at her, showing a standard social animal-like smile.
What I'm thinking is: Your KPI this month is still 37% short of that. Instead of talking about it here, why not think about how to keep your job. I've seen the data on the project you're working on, and within three days there will be a big problem.
