My Boss Put Me on Toilet Duty Until a French Tycoon Refused to Meet Anyone Else Chapter 05
Resentment built up across the whole office.
The sales lead sent a thirty-second voice note, making it clear he was considering quitting.
Elias posted a meme of a stick figure tossing a computer out a high window.
Bernice Grant from the finance team left a comment in the group chat.
[Work was never this complicated when Elowen was at the lobby.]
Dozens of replies followed with agreement.
Lila sent me a private message.
[The group chat is blowing up. Have you seen it?]
[I’m not in the group anymore.]
[They removed you?]
[Yes.]
Lila sent a crying emoji.
That afternoon, another important client arrived to meet with Mr. Boone. This was the same client
who had struggled with the kiosks days earlier.
Mr. Boone gave strict instructions ahead of time. Beverage service, fruit platters and the projector all had to be fully prepared.
The administrative team took charge of the arrangements. None of them knew the client’s
preferences.
This guest drank only room-temperature water instead of tea. They had a severe mango allergy, so mango could not appear on any fruit platter. The projector had broken during their last visit, and it
needed a full test beforehand.
No one knew any of these details. I was the only one who kept track of them all.
The client arrived. Oolong tea was served, and they did not take a single sip. The fruit platter held mango slices, and they refused to touch it.
Midway through the meeting, the projector froze completely. No one on the administrative team
knew how to fix it.
I caught a glimpse of Mr. Boone’s face from the warehouse hallway. He was livid.
After the meeting ended, the client shook hands with him.
“Your company’s management seems to have declined greatly.”
Mr. Boone offered no reply.
Once the guest left, Seraphina was called into his private office. The door stayed shut. Everyone on the floor heard the sound of objects slamming against surfaces.
Eventually, I was called into the office.
Seraphina sat behind the large executive desk and stared at me.
“Elowen, who prepared drinks for today’s client meeting?”
“Maisie Carter from admin.”
“And who arranged the fruit platter?”
“Also Maisie.”
“You know this client refuses tea, has a mango allergy and had projector issues last time they visited, correct?”
“I do.”
“Why didn’t you speak up sooner?”
I met her eyes calmly. “I work in the warehouse now. Client arrangements are no longer my responsibility.”
She froze for a moment.
“You knew all of this, and you chose to stay silent on purpose?”
“You never asked me.”
She stood up, placing both hands flat on the desk as she leaned forward.
“Do you think you are irreplaceable? Do you believe this company cannot function without you?”
I stayed quiet.
She sat back down and took a long breath.
“Effective immediately, you will manage the lobby, all facilities work and janitorial duties full time.
The digital systems will remain in use as well.”
“So I will perform four different jobs alone?”
“You are a longtime employee. A little extra hard work is not too much to ask.”
I looked at her, and all willingness to cooperate faded away.
“I’m not doing this.”
She would never understand how vital the lobby role was until she experienced the work herself I had no desire to get dragged further into her messy reforms.
