A headache bloomed behind my temples. Their family drama had nothing to do with me. The last time Joanna claimed Haohhao was sick and demanded I cover for her, she had actually gone out partying. Not to mention, I brought them millions in revenue, yet I was still forced to pick up their kid, run errands, and buy their groceries.
Why didn't she put *that* in her post?
I took screenshots of the entire chat history.
Including the parts she left out.
The next day at work, Joanna glared at me the moment I walked in. Her eyebrows shot up, her expression harsh.
"Yesterday, Haohhao had a fever of thirty-nine degrees. Blake was away. I told you to come watch the data, and you still refused. Rose Floyd, do you still listen to company orders or not?"
My voice dropped an octave, firm and cold.
"Joanna, I am a company employee, not your family's nanny."
"Your son's illness is not my responsibility. My responsibility is to do my job."
Her chest heaved with indignation. Her lip curled in contempt.
"Good! Just great!"