Tiffany paused thoughtfully for two seconds before she calmly said, “Those benefits are not important to me. If he’s cheating on me, I’ll leave him without any hesitation. The saddest thing for a woman is to put all her hopes on a man. My life will be much better without him.”
Although she disagreed with Aye’s opinion, she agreed that she should get a private investigator. She did not waste any time putting this into action. Previously, after helping Arianne with an investigation, this was a walk in the park for her. She contacted the private investigator, and all that was left for her to do was wait for the results.
…
Meanwhile, Tanya was currently standing in the washroom, completely at a loss. She had been locked in by some person with ill intent when she was mopping the floor. The door had been bolted from outside. She could not get out. Since she did not have a habit of fiddling with her phone while she worked, she did not have her phone with her. The only thing she could do was wait for someone to come to her rescue.
This was not the first time something like that had happened. On her second day of work, someone had deliberately spilled hot tea on her arm. Getting ordered around was a regular occurrence, there was no limit to the mocking and sneers. She did not want to cause any trouble for Eric so she had stayed silent about it.
She could not understand why she was being treated this way. Although she was doing janitorial work, those who had desk jobs were not necessarily superior.
After an unknown amount of time had passed, the door was finally opened by one of the cleaning ladies who worked with Tanya. The middle-aged lady was surprised. “Why were you locked in here?”
Tanya shook her head, her eyes brimming with tears .“It’s nothing… It was an accident. I’m going to continue cleaning…”
The woman sighed, “You don’t have to help me with cleaning the washroom anymore. I can do it. Your job is to clean the office area anyway… You wouldn’t have been locked in here if you didn’t help me.”
Tanya lowered her head. “I’m not…”
The woman crossed her arms in front of her chest and arrogantly kicked a bucket in a corner of the room. There was now a puddle on the newly-cleaned and spotless floor.
Tanya put down her glass of water, got up, and picked up a mop, ready to clean up the mess.
However, the woman stepped on the mop. “Mr. Nathaniel even requested us to mentor you in fashion designing. Can anyone just waltz into this industry? A country bumpkin like you is only fit to be a cleaning lady, ordered around by everyone else. I’d much rather draw a few extra designs than teach you.”
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