Chapter 10: No One Will Help You


    Chapter 10: No One Will Help You


    Patrick loosened his tie, irritation evident on his face. He clenched his jaw as he gazed out at the


    passing traffic. His anger wasn''t directed at Jane but at himself. He regretted initiating that


    conversation with her. Patrick couldn''t fathom why he felt so uneasy whenever she remained silent


    and ignored him. He should have done the same, given her apparentck of interest.


    The remainder of the drive home was a quiet and uneventful one.


    Upon arriving at the vi, Patrick swiftly exited the car and entered the house. Jane, on the other


    hand, took her time.


    When she finally entered, she found Patrick seated on the living room sofa, holding a ss of water.


    She didn''t spare him a second nce and made her way upstairs.


    Patrick ced his ss on the table with an audible thud, emitting a deep, growling sigh. Jane''s


    indifference was akin to a wound that wouldn''t stop bleeding.


    Despite the noise, Jane didn''t stop or look back. She continued her slow ascent up the stairs. Was


    he creating a fuss because of what she had said? His behavior seemed excessively sensitive. How


    could he manage Pansy Group with such a thin skin? Weren''t his family concerned that his


    sensitivity would jeopardize the family business?


    The following morning, Beatrice and Melissa persisted in their criticism of Jane during breakfast,


    following their usual routine.


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    Jane, having developed a thick skin over time, remained silent. Her silence only seemed to fuel


    their frustration. They had been hoping for a shouting match with her that morning, but it appeared


    that wouldn''t be the case now.


    As Jane finished her breakfast, she acted as though she were the sole upant of the dining table.


    Following her meal, she freshened up and headed off to work.


    Her role as a secretary was a breeze, given her natural diligence. She efficientlypleted her


    tasks in the morning, had lunch, and then indulged in a brief nap.


    By 3 o''clock in the afternoon, Jane headed to the bathroom. Upon her return, she was met with a


    pile of documents resting on her desk, left there by Monica, who was conspicuously standing


    nearby.


    Jane was quick to question the appearance of the documents. "Why are these on my desk?"


    Monica retorted, "The data in these documents must be input into thepany''s system today.


    Another secretary was meant to share the workload with you, but he had an emergency and left


    earlier than usual. You''ll have to tackle this alone. Finish it all by the end of the day. Ensure the data


    is urately organized because it''s needed tomorrow. Is that clear?"


    Jane silently sifted through the stack of documents, realizing the sheer volume of work thaty


    ahead. It was a substantial task that would require hours ofbor. She would likely have to work


    overtime if she hoped toplete it alone by the end of the day.


    "Why didn''t you give these to me earlier? This is a substantial workload," Jane inquired.


    Monica pointed at her menacingly. "Oh,e on! What''s so challenging about handling basic data


    records? You can''t fault me for assigning them now. Understand that I was only notified about this


    recently. Things can be quite unpredictable in this workce. Your status as Mr. Pansy''s fiancée


    doesn''t exempt you from your responsibilities here. As the department head, I have every right to


    delegate tasks to you. If you can''t handle it, feel free to quit."


    It was ringly obvious that Monica was intentionally making things difficult for Jane. However,


    Jane refused to be beaten down.


    "Very well, I''ll take care of it."


    With this, Jane seated herself and began working.


    A sinister smile crept across Monica''s face. She had actually known about this task since the


    morning. Seeing that Jane hadpleted her other duties so swiftly, she had deliberately granted


    the other secretary a day off.


    She had remained silent until almost the end of the workday. The task was substantial, and Monica


    calcted that Jane would beboring untilte into the night. She expected Jane to be exhausted


    even if she managed to finish.


    "Remember, make no mistakes. Every single figure must be precise. A single error could render the


    entire dataset useless and cost thepany dearly," Monica admonished.


    Jane''s patience was wearing thin. She responded impatiently, "Anything else? If you have


    something important to say, just say it all at once."


    Monica felt humiliated in front of her colleagues. She considered it a p in the face, as no one in


    the department had ever dared to go against her or speak to her in such a manner. She was furious


    that this neer had addressed her so brazenly.


    With clenched fists, Monica red at Jane and stormed away, muttering under her breath, "Stupid


    girl! You may be all smiles now, but you''ll cryter. This is just the beginning. A more severe


    punishment awaits. You''ll have no one to help you here. You''re on your own."