Summary
The company arranged a dinner party on Saturday. I rushed into the President’s office and firmly refused, saying it was disguised overtime.
He looked at me deeply, the corners of his lips curling into a smile: “You’re very brave. I’ll give you overtime pay.”
“I absolutely won’t work overtime, not even for overtime pay.”
I threw out these words coldly and walked out of the office without looking back, leaving the President staring at me in astonishment.
Heh, he only knows me as an insignificant junior employee, young and earning just three thousand a month.
But that’s just a surface identity.
Whenever work ends and night falls,
I take off my stiff suit, dress, and high heels, tie up my long hair, hop on my motorcycle, and become-
a food delivery rider!