The departnt head had never encountered such a situation before. When they were newcors, they were oppressed, and when they climbed up the hierarchy, they ironically beca what they once despised, passing the struggles they had endured onto the next generation of newcors. No one ever dared to step up and break this unwritten workplace rule that shouldn’t exist.
Do newcors have the obligation to help seniors with tasks that aren’t their responsibility?
And now, he was being called out in front of everyone, accused of making a fuss over nothing!
Where could the departnt head’s dignity go?
As a mber of the managent, he naturally wielded gender discrimination and class superiority, attempting to crush Iris Crawford’s psychological defenses from these angles. He said, "A woman is just a woman, always whining when asked to do a little more, and in the end, you’re not good at anything. You won’t last long in any company!"
Iris Crawford really wanted to laugh, and indeed, she did. As she laughed, she finally stood up. Facing the crowd surrounding her, Iris reached out to take the docunts Roxanne Young had given her that morning.
Roxanne Young thought she was giving in, planning to stay overti to enter the data.
The woman smirked victoriously from the side, "At least you’re sensible. Getting smarter now, are you? But unfortunately, you’ve already disappointed us here."
When you work here, you need to follow the rules!
"What are you talking about?"
Unexpectedly, Iris Crawford casually tossed the docunts directly into the shredder next to the computer!
Watching the files being shredded into strips, Iris stared at the last shreds coming out as if they were not rely paper bits but human flesh and blood.
She tilted her head and laughed, "What does it matter to if you’re disappointed?"
Roxanne Young took a step back, pointing at Iris, her finger trembling at Iris’s audacious action, "What are you doing!" Iris had thrown the docunts she gave into the shredder!
"As you can see, it’s almost ti to leave. I’m disposing of today’s work trash." With a cold and indifferent expression, Iris refuted Roxanne’s earlier assumption that she was giving in—it was Roxanne who made a huge mistake!
Even the departnt head began to roar, "Newcor, what do you an!"
"I’m throwing the garbage docunts into the shredder; why are you yelling at ?"
Iris sharply questioned the departnt head, "Is it my duty to input the data for your departnt?"
Her counterquestion stunned everyone!
"I’m not even from your departnt, so I’m treating these docunts that don’t belong to as trash. What’s the issue?"
Adding to her rhetorical question with a sarcastic smile, like a slap to the face, Iris said, "Are you really so incompetent that you have to drag down other departnts to handle what is your own responsibility? How does dealing with my own trash concern you?"
After saying this, Iris’s cold gaze landed squarely on Roxanne Young’s face. She tapped her chin with her finger, appearing to regard Roxanne with a casual air, though the sharpness in her eyes belied her lazy deanor, "Did you really think that after you ca this morning dictating orders, I would obediently comply?"
How could Roxanne Young have guessed Iris would be soone with such a defiant temperant? In today’s world, unspoken rules saturate the workforce, and who dares to rebel? Everyone has beco accustod to being the silent majority, unwilling to break these rules, essentially resigning themselves to being enslaved by them forever.
If they don’t break them, they only endure, hoping one day to climb high enough to enslave others with the sa power.
"Besides, do I have to help the departnt head’s son with his graduation thesis?"
Iris walked directly up to the departnt head, addressing everyone watching with a slight, possibly mocking, smile, "May I ask, is your son a waste?"
Remarkably, the entire room gasped!
So were even drawing a sharp breath from the sidelines, "My God!"
"How does this woman dare..."
"Honestly, I’ve wanted to say that to the older employees bullying the newcors for a long ti..."
"So refreshing... so refreshing..."
The departnt head was outraged, losing control under the public eye. He reached out as if to strike her!
But in that instant, Iris firmly grasped his wrist!
A big man trying to hit a woman, only to be countered by her?
Iris tightened her grip as the middle-aged man felt excruciating pain, exclaiming, "Do you want to hit soone in the company?"
"Could everyone here see who wanted to hit first? Besides..." Iris pointed upward, "There’s surveillance here too, Mr..."
Glancing at the departnt head’s naplate, Iris continued, "Oh, Mr. Supervisor."
Her deliberate pause, wasn’t it just to mock his supervisory position?
This upheaval terrified Roxanne Young. They only wanted to isolate Iris, making it tough for her to continue in the company. If it turned into actual violence, then the matter would beco serious!
Roxanne imdiately stepped in to pull the departnt head’s hand, "Supervisor, calm down. Newcor, apologize to the supervisor. How can you attack his family like that?"
"Was I the one who gave birth to his son? Why should I write the graduation thesis?" Iris pointed aggressively at the surrounding staff, raising her voice, "Or are we, the lower ranks, here to serve his son? Are we so overworked we have to write the supervisor’s son’s graduation thesis too?!"
"Exactly... we office slaves are already so tired from overti..."
"Why wouldn’t he help his own son with the thesis..."
"Who dares to refuse? Refuse, and you’ll be targeted in the company... we’re pathetic."
Hearing the murmuring discussions around, Roxanne Young’s complexion changed. Such workplace oppression was so common; they assud everyone tacitly accepted and complied. Who would have thought Iris’s presence would stir everyone’s emotions?
Frowning, Roxanne screeched, "Not writing it is one thing, but must you say all that! It’s just helping soone with their son’s paper..."
"If you’re such a good Samaritan, why don’t you do it?"
Iris imdiately retorted, "If you’re so eager to help the departnt head’s son, why don’t you write his graduation thesis? Why assign this task to a newcor like ? Is his son a moron? ntally challenged? He’s in college but needs soone else to write his thesis?"
Having said this, Iris swiftly turned her gaze to the departnt head, "Coming to work at The Wyatt Group, rising to beco a departnt head, you’re given authority and responsibility, and yet you’d use this power to force subordinates to write your son’s graduation thesis?"
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