Desperate Lovers

"You're quite responsible."

Gabriela looked at her and quirked her red lips.

"There are at least one hundred employees in the Dream Club, and if they all quarrel with each other like you, then our club should be closed.

Well, from now on, you go to work in the cleaning department and you are no longer a receptionist.

Naturally, the club will arrange a new dormitory for you, so you won't see each other and it may avoid conflicts.

What do you think?"

Stopping here, Gabriela stared straight at her, waiting for her reaction.

After all, usually receptionists were all young girls while middle-aged women who were laid off served in the cleaning department because the work was dirty, tired and unpleasant. Angela's expression didn't change much.

She said nothing except "yes".

This disappointed Gabriela a little. She raised her eyebrow and asked,

"Do you have anything to say?"

Angela shook her head.

"The jobs make no difference for me, as long as I can make a living

Besides, James gave the order personally, so what I say is just in vain.

Why should I upset him?"

Gabriela admired her personality, and after a pause she smiled frankly.

"Since you agree, then just pack up and report to your new post as soon as possible."

"Okay, thank you, Gabriela."

As she watched Angela go back into the dorm, Gabriela stood in the hallway and thought about it, then she pulled her phone out of her bag and dialed a number. The call was answered immediately.

"Hello?

What's the matter?"

"According to your instruction, she's been transferred to the cleaning department."

James was reading the file and paused when he heard Gabriela on his phone.

After a while, he whispered.

"What's her reaction?"

"She accepted it calmly without crying."

""Really?"

He frowned and rubbed his swollen temples.

"In that case, you can arrange more work for her.

After all, she should be considered young in the cleaning department.

She should claim more responsibilities."

Gabriela was stunned and said hesitantly.

"Isn't it too harsh for her, James?

After all, she's only a young girl..."

James didn't say anything. Gabriela realized she shouldn't be judgmental and changed the subject.

"By the way, the successor of QF Real Estate will hold his birthday party in the club next Monday, will you come?" "Yes."

"Then I'll prepare your favorite wine for you."

"It is up to you."

Hanging up the phone, James refocused his mind on the documents in front of him, but couldn't read a word. Accepted it calmly without crying?

Ah, Angela really refreshed his perception of her over and over again.

He just didn't believe it. A person's nature couldn't be changed in just two years.

He wanted to know how long she could pretend.

"Hey, the ladies' room run out of hand sanitizer, so go and refill it!

What are you waiting for?"

Angela cleaned a box where the guests drank and had fun. It took her the entire afternoon to clean up the vomitus.

In the end, she was too tired to stand up straight. However, when she sat down to drink water, she was asked to continue her work by the supervisor on patrol. "Don't you know what to do? Are your eyes just for decoration?"

There was endless abuse behind her, and Angela turned a deaf ear to it as she entered the ladies' room with a new bottle of hand sanitizer.

She had worked in the cleaning department for a week and didn't have to show up in public or worry about being recognized by acquaintances as a receptionist. Despite her tiredness, she felt relieved.

She bowed her head and went out with the cleaning kit after changing the hand sanitizer quickly.

As soon as she was out, she saw the mean supervisor waiting for her at the door.

"Finished?

Then go to the rooftop and help there."

"Rooftop?"

Angela remembered that her colleague mentioned a big client booked the rooftop for a birthday party this evening and frowned as she asked. "Supervisor, it's 8: 30. It's time for my shift and I haven't eaten all day today..."

What's the matter?

Hearing that Angela didn't want to go, the supervisor's raised her voice and shrieked.

"There's a shortage of hand right now, but you say you need to have dinner.

Is the company paying you to quit at a critical moment?

In that case, talk to Gabriela and ask her to make arrangement for you!"

Telling Gabriela would be the same as telling James. Angela's heart went down.

"Please don't tell Gabriela, I'm on my way. Please don't be angry."

"Hurry up, don't dawdle!"☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐