My Boss Put Me on Toilet Duty Until a French Tycoon Refused to Meet Anyone Else Chapter 06
Seraphina pushed forward with her changes regardless.
All independent department budgets were eliminated, with every single expense requiring
centralized approval.
The sales team planned a business dinner with a client. By the time approval came through, the
client had already left the area.
Finance staff waited three full weeks for reimbursement requests to process.
No one posted angry messages in the group chat anymore. The frustration had sunk deep, leaving
the whole office quiet and drained.
I was delivering supplies through the hallway when I ran into the sales lead, who was smoking.
“I’m putting in my resignation soon,” he told me.
“Where will you go?”
“A competing firm. They’re offering double my current pay.”
“I’ve lost five major clients this month alone. I can’t even schedule a client dinner without waiting three days for approval here.”
He put out his cigarette.
“You’ve worked here five years. Doesn’t all of this wear on you?”
“I’ve grown used to it,” I answered.
He nodded and gave me a thumbs-up.
Later that afternoon, I was organizing shelves in the warehouse when Wren Clark, Seraphina’s
assistant, rushed over carrying stacks of documents. She was out of breath.
“Elowen, do you know where to stock these office supplies? I can’t find the right sections in the
system.”
I glanced over the boxes.
“Stock the 80lb letter-size paper in Zone C. The 0.5mm black pen refills go to Zone B, and blue file folders go in Zone A.”
“Put other pen sizes and red file folders in Zones D and F. Make sure nothing gets mixed up. Different departments all have their own preferences.”
Wren hurried to move the boxes.
“You handle all of this work by yourself normally?”
“Yes.”
“How do you remember every single detail?”
“You learn after doing the job long enough.”
Lila worked overtime until ten o’clock that night. I checked on her and found her resting her head
on her desk, dark circles under her eyes.
“I’m barely holding on,” she mumbled.
“Did you talk to Ms. Voss about the workload?”
“I did. She said staffing shortages are only temporary, and things will get easier soon.”
She buried her face in her arms.
“What is she even trying to accomplish? She’s driving every good employee away.”
I patted her back gently.
“I’ve started sending out applications to other companies,” she said, lifting her head with teary eyes. “I don’t want to leave, though. I hate the idea of quitting just because of one person.”
“Then wait a little longer.”
“Wait for what?”
“Wait for her to leave.”
Lila laughed in surprise. I was completely serious.
A turning point arrived on a rainy day, when our regular French clients came to visit.
Three guests, two men and one woman, had partnered with Horizon Enterprise for three years.
They visited at least twice every year, and I had always handled their visits personally.
I memorized all their names, positions and personal preferences.
Isabelle Dubois drank only white tea and refused coffee entirely.
Phillip March had a severe peanut allergy and loved fresh strawberries.
Marc Lefèvre always asked for a cold noodle salad during his stays.
i had kept these details in mind for three years. But on this visit, I was busy cleaning restrooms
instead of manning the lobby.
