58 Pretending to be Weak

Harper's POV

“What the hell are you doing?!” A booming voice startled me awake, jolting me up so fast my eyelids, which were stuck from sleep, were suddenly exposed to bright light.

The supervisor stood at the door, his face dark as thunder, and the poor door was left trembling from how hard he had slammed it open. Just the sight of his face made my stomach churn, but not wanting to mess up my job, I took a deep breath and stood up.

“I was feeling a little tired. My assistant was helping me with work, so I took a short rest.”

“Did I hire you to take naps here?” He slammed his hand down on the desk. Marco stood up, and I tugged on his sleeve to stop him.

“Of course not, but I did request a sick day, which you didn’t approve. So, I came to work. When someone’s unwell, they need rest. If you expect me to work through illness, maybe you should replace me with an AI—at least it won’t need sick days.”

I wasn’t going to take this kind of abuse anymore. I was done with this middle-aged man an