My Four Miraculous Treasures

Chapter 12

"During your interview, didn't the HR department tell you that the janitorial department should follow the assignments of the security department? Or do you no longer want to work here?" Dale threatened. He suddenly adopted an authoritative tone, using his position as a security guard.

He was right. During the interview, the HR department informed Willow that the security department might assign janitors to perform cleaning duties, and that they needed to cooperate. Willow had just started her job, and the pay was decent. If she lost her job now, it wouldn't be easy to find another one so quickly.

With four children at home, there was no certainty about having enough money for milk or warm clothes.

In fact, the eleven thousand she had worked so hard to earn yesterday had been squandered by her mother overnight. Their once modest home had turned into one of destitution.

Without money, her children would go hungry and cold. Thinking of her adorable children, Willow's heart softened. She could only suppress her anger for now. She didn't have the luxury of being willful. Even if she felt wronged, she had to endure it for now to keep her job. "Fine! I'll do my job. Keep your hands to yourself!" Willow retorted irritably at Dale, and deliberately created some distance between them. She stormed out of the office.

The first-floor restroom was indeed a mess. Just by looking at the vomit, she could tell what the person had eaten. The half-digested food mixed with stomach mucus emitted an unpleasant, pungent odor.

Seeing it, her stomach churned. She nearly retched, but she managed to control herself. Fighting her discomfort, she cleaned the area thoroughly. In just a short time, the floor was clean and bright. The fragrance of soap covered up the offensive smell.

Willow put down the mop, and thoroughly washed her hands. She only stopped when her hands were thick with the scent of handwash. Being a janitor wasn't as easy as it seemed, and high wages weren't as easy to obtain either. With no educational background, she had to endure the hardships of life.

She was determined to provide a better life for her four children, and ensure they received a good education. At the very least, they needed to obtain a university degree. Otherwise, they would grow up enduring hardship like her, with limited earning potential.

It was because of this determination that she started teaching her children from a young age. Even though they were only four years old, they already recognized many words-much more than other children their age. Willow was about to take the elevator to the tenth floor when Dale appeared and blocked her at the entrance.

"Lara," he said, "as long as you follow me, I'll help you find an easier job. You won't have to do dirty or tiring work. I'll find someone else to do it in your stead. You can earn eighteen thousand a month effortlessly. It's a great deal, isn't it? I don't think you'd be foolish enough to refuse."

Willow used Lara's identity card while working at Hughes Corporation.

repulsive face,

bloated face is greasy and oily. I bet even your private parts have rotted by now! Filthy and foul-smelling! Yet, you have the audacity to hit on women? Have a bit

her piece, Willow glared at him, infuriated. She stepped into the

the elevator, looking flustered and bewildered. After half a second, he finally reacted. He was left speechless and humiliated after being rejected

turned

secretary, Edith, had just entered from the outside. Jasper had watched

and imposing. His eyes held

"Sir, I'll immediately contact the HR department to

call, but Jasper's icy voice stopped her. "No need. She's insignificant. Why

he

moment, then

this was a perfect opportunity to fire Willow. Unexpectedly,

when she received an internal call from the

the drool from her mouth, got up, and quickly went to the top floor. There, the conference room's door was closed.

in," someone from

with her

an elegant atmosphere. Executives in black suits sat around the conference table. There was a porcelain teacup

clean, devoid of a single wrinkle. His long legs were casually crossed, and his composed, sharp features exuded an air of elegance that indicated he was an elite in society. Standing beside him

and oppressive, exuding an air of scholarly

feel serious and noble. She lowered her head, trying to reduce her presence as she quietly walked in. Then, she swept up the crumpled paper

on university, she would never have a chance to become a white-collar

no connections to rely on. She could only look for jobs that didn't require an education. The catch was, most of those jobs