The employees sitting across from him didn't dare breathe a word.
Instead, they covertly gossiped on their phones.
Employee 1: [I heard he went through a bad breakup. Is it true?]
Employee 2: [Wrong, he totally got dumped!]
Employee 3: [Don't talk nonsense. He just got rejected after confessing his feelings!]
Roger getting rejected?
Did that even defy the laws of physics?
Obviously, yes!
Employee 1: [He just hit the biggest roadblock of his life.]
Employee 2: [A while ago, someone asked—since he's so handsome, rich, and brilliant at his job, what flaw could God have possibly given him? Well, now we know!]
Employee 3: [He's in a terrible mood, which means our lives are going to be absolute hell.]
"Doesn't the institute have a field-support program scheduled for mid-July?"
The sudden question snapped the three employees back to reality.
"Yes, sir," Employee 1 replied quickly. "We've already scheduled the new hires to go. It lasts about two weeks."
"Put me on the roster."
Roger demanded without a second thought.
"You, sir?" The employee balked, needing to double-check. "The village we're going to is incredibly remote and underdeveloped. The conditions are extremely rough. Are you absolutely sure?"
"Yes."
Roger nodded. "I'll handle the explanations with upper management."
Typically, a senior executive like him wouldn't be caught dead doing grunt work in the field.
"Understood."
The three employees exchanged a terrified glance, their faces paling.
They were doomed.
He had truly been pushed over the edge.
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