Humiliated for Winning a Golden Seat, I Moved Next Door to the Chairman

Ryan tore the slip into four pieces and threw them in my face.

“You’re just logistics. You think you deserve to sit here?”

I stood still without moving.

The scraps fell beside my feet, and two pieces landed on the tops of my dress shoes.

I lowered my head to look, then bent down and picked them up one by one.

Ryan let out a laugh. “Still picking them up? What are you going to do after you pick them up? Tape them back together and keep sitting there?”

I said nothing.

He shoved his hands into his trouser pockets and lifted his chin toward the desk in the corner.