"This way sir." The butler leads me to a compartment and knocks on something that has a window likeness.
Soon, it opens and a lady's head pokes out.
"How can I help you?"
"He's the madam's guest. He's here for the down payment."
I hate all this.
My workers are the one who should be doing all this not me but then it's only me who's allowed in this super mysterious and secretive place.
The lady pokes her head inside and closes the window.
In there, I can hear some faint voices.
The window opens again and she gives me a piece of paper.
Like a form.
My anger has reached its limit.
I get the feeling it's some sort of test to check something although I don't know what it is.
"I'll send someone to get the money." I simply say and leave there.
They are making a mockery of me.
Making the CEO do the the work of the henchmen.
Fuck them.
Fuck her in particular.
