Personal Finance Officer

'So he's basically made me his secretary, huh?

'Wait, no, Barov is his secretary, so what does that make me?

Some sort of assistant secretary?'

Holding a first-class degree in economics, Anna was more than qualified for her job as an accountant. Needless to say, working as an assistant was something she was very much overqualified for.

'Well… there's a large pay raise and less work, so I shouldn't complain; I need the money.

'I just hope I don't get bored working here.'

Roland walked out of his office and saw Anna staring off into the distance.

"Anna, I need you to make ten copies of this document for me."

Anna lightly shook her head to get rid of any useless thoughts.

"Right away, sir."

…

The whole of the building's top floor was exclusively for Roland's use. There was his personal office, a conference room, and then an open area for the staff working directly under him. Anna's workstation was behind Barov's, and then there were a few other staff handling menial work that didn't actually require Roland to go through.

Roland had never purchased any photocopiers for his floor, so Anna had to take the elevator down to another floor. Since it didn't especially matter which floor's copier she used, Anna decided to go to the sixth floor so as to use the machine she was familiar with.

Ding!

As Anna stepped out of the elevator, she saw many of the faces that she'd previously worked with day in, day out. Truthfully, there was another reason she'd chosen to come to the sixth floor; she was hoping to catch up with some of her friends.

The photocopier was on the other side of the office from the elevator, so as she strode confidently through the office, with an air of confidence and elegance, she greeted her old co-workers.

However, she hadn't expected she would get such a reaction. They stuck their noses up at her greetings and ignored her. Then they started talking amongst themselves.

"Look at this b*tch acting all high and mighty, just because of some new job."

"She became a glorified secretary, what's there to be proud of?"

"I heard she had to sleep with Roland to get the position!"

"No, Roland wouldn't stoop so low as to sleep with her!"

…

The mean, vindictive gossiping from her colleagues greatly surprised Anna. She'd regarded these people as her friends, but now…

Tears welled up in her eyes. It wasn't that she was hurt by their words; none of that was true, so it didn't matter to her. It was the sense of betrayal that upset her so.

'We're friends, right? Why are they being so mean?

'Can't they be happy for me? I came to chat with them, not to show off or gloat!'

Without realizing it, Anna had stopped walking toward the photocopier. The sense of betrayal inside her was quickly turning into rage; rage directed at her 'friends' and their pettiness.

Unable to hold back anymore, Anna turned toward her 'friends' with tears in the corners of her eyes and an incredibly angry expression.

She was no longer upset; she was livid.