And the most important thing!!
If I were the one the CEO offered five million to, who would still be here, struggling?
I'd have already used my swivel chair to crush the greasy man's foot and, when he threatened to dock my pay, I would have told him off with a flourish.
"I quit!"
Maka, Baka, Aka, Waka, Mika...
My fantasies were interrupted by a phone call from my mom.
I answered cautiously, turning the volume down to its lowest setting, but it still couldn't block out her thunderous roar.
"Winnie Yukio! Get your butt home now!"
My home is on the second floor of an old apartment complex.
As I stood at the door, nervously rummaging through my bag, the sound of someone being scolded drifted over from across the hall.
That voice, that intensity—no less fierce than my mom's.
Sigh! What a coincidence!
"If you come home alone again, don't even think about entering!"
Looks like my mom's not that bad after all. At least I can still come in. Hehe!
hey-hey!
I spared two seconds of sympathy for the poor soul across the hall.
Just as I was about to open the door, I saw the door across from me open and then slam shut.
The CEO got a face full of dust and was almost pushed to the ground.
Quickly, I reached out to steady him.
After regaining his balance, the CEO gave me a dignified nod, showing no embarrassment at being kicked out.
Perhaps because of my good looks, he gave me another glance.
Our eyes met.
Coincidentally, at that moment, I saw a bright, shining five million floating above his head.
Driven by impulse, I blurted out, "Why don't you consider me instead?"
The CEO froze for a second.
Then, he nodded quickly.
I was elated. As expected of a CEO—decisive!
So fast!
Wait!
Did I just sell myself?
"Um, I..."
I hesitated, trying to explain.
But my mom, being the person she is, was a step ahead of me.
She opened the door with the same angry voice that rivaled the one across the hall.
"Why did you come back?"
The CEO gave me a sympathetic look.
Sympathetic?
If I hadn't saved you, you'd be the one needing sympathy right now!
I completely forgot I had intended to explain myself before my mom opened the door.
"Didn't you tell me to come back?" I muttered under my breath in response to her roar.
"Are you talking back to me?"
"Huh? You're already 27! You're not getting any younger! If you keep messing around, who's going to want you?"
"How much longer do you think you can keep this up?"