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Yves King rubbed his nose and asked, somewhat baffled, "What do you mean by security work in the president's office?"
"To put it simply, it means standing in front of my office door. That will be your job from now on." Faye Owen stood up and walked directly to her office. "Yves King, since you're used to being a security guard, I ask that you respect your job, don't abandon your post randomly, and don't take leaves of absence on a whim."
"Um…" Yves King silently muttered a swear, she's too harsh, isn't she? And she kept saying it was not revenge, but for his own good. He quickly conjured a smile and approached her. "Faye~"
"During work hours, please address me as President Owen." Faye Owen sat down on her office chair, not even glancing at Yves King.
"President Owen, could we possibly change the nature of the job?" Yves King laughed awkwardly. "Standing at the doorway of your office all day isn't a good look, I would resemble a door god."
