"Sorry to bother your rest."
Angela bowed ninety-degree and remained calm.
What Lyla hated most was the way Angela acted all day. She was just a murderer. How dared she behave in such a proud manner?
"What's that look on your face?
You're embarrassed to apologize to me?
Do you believe if I’m unhappy, I’ll get you fired as a cleaner?"
"Lyla, don't be so mean!"
Julia shouted.
Lyla continued to stare at Angela as if she hadn't heard her, "I’m talking to you, say something!"
"Sorry to bother your rest."
Angela bent over again. Her short hair hid the look in her eyes, and her voice was still quiet.
Lyla's little tricks were nothing compared to those in prison.
Lyla just wanted to see her angry, and now seeing her not resisting at all, she felt powerless just like she punched on the cotton.
She gave Angela a hard stare, rolled over, and continued to play with her phone.
Angela took the medicine and lay down. Her stomach hurt so badly that she didn't fall asleep until early morning.
When she got up the next day, she was horribly pale.
Julia said she was going to ask for leave for her, but she refused. The supervisor wouldn't grant her leave, thanks to James' orders,
She took the medication and muddled her way to the supervisor to check in.
"You're late for a minute!"
The supervisor's finger was about to poke her in the face, “No salary for this month!"
"I'm sorry, I'm feeling a little sick today, I won't next time."
Angela bowed her head to apologize, her wide clothes made her look so petite.
Actually she was 170 cm in height, not petite at all. She was just thin and unhealthy.
A few cleaners came in successively, and they got used to seeing her being scolded. They jokingly checked in.
"Next time?
Is there a next time for you?"
The supervisor ignored the other cleaners who were late, too. "I have worked here for so many years and I've never seen an employee with a bad attitude like you!"
Angela bowed her head, "I'm sorry."
"Don't tell me you're sorry. If an apology is so useful, the police will be out of job."
The supervisor pointed at her, with saliva spitting out, "I don't care who you used to be, but you're the cleaner here now, so you'll do as I say!"
Angela wiped the spittle off her face, "Okay."
"You're a minute late today, so you need to clean one more floor. That’s to say, you need to clean the fourth and fifth floors, and I'll check later."
The supervisor said.
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