LOGINCOMPANY RULE BOOK
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Employees must arrive at work before 8:30 AM. 2.Only formal office wear is permitted during working hours. 3.Gossiping during work hours is prohibited. 4.Employees are not allowed to raise their voices inside the company building. 5.Slamming office doors is strictly prohibited. 6.No employee may enter the CEO’s office without permission. 7.Food is only allowed during lunch break. 8.Drinks are prohibited around company files and documents. 9.Curse words and inappropriate language are forbidden inside the company. 10.Heavy makeup and flashy accessories are not permitted during work hours. 11.Unnecessary conversations between employees during work hours are prohibited. 12.Sleeping during work hours will lead to salary deduction. 13.Romantic relationships inside company premises are prohibited. 14.Employees must reply respectfully when spoken to by senior staff. 15.Personal phone calls during meetings are prohibited. 16.No employee is allowed to leave the office without informing the manager. 17.Employees must keep their desks clean and organized at all times. 18.Arguing with the CEO is considered insubordination. 19.Eye-rolling during conversations with senior staff is considered disrespectful conduct. 20.Repeated violations of company rules may lead to salary deduction, suspension, or termination. Failure to obey these rules will result in salary deductions according to management’s decision. Emma blinked at the paper several times, certain her eyes were malfunctioning. No drinking water? What if someone was choking? Were they supposed to evaporate professionally? “This company is insane,” she muttered under her breath. She dropped the rule book onto the desk dramatically before standing up from the chair. There was absolutely no way normal human beings survived in this place without developing anger issues. Still grumbling to herself, Emma walked out of the office in search of Lucy. The hallway stretched endlessly like some luxury maze designed to confuse poor people specifically. Employees walked past in neat suits, holding files against their chests like their lives depended on quarterly reports. Emma looked down at herself. Sweatshirt. Flare skirt. Sneakers. Yeah. She looked like she accidentally wandered into the wrong movie set. After a few seconds of debating internally, she finally stopped a passing employee. “Sorry, sir. Just one minute.” Emma raised one finger for emphasis. The man stopped immediately, adjusting his glasses. “Sure, miss. Are you looking for someone?” Emma narrowed her eyes slightly as she noticed him briefly glance over her outfit before quickly pretending he hadn’t. Interesting. “Yes and no,” she replied carefully. “My name is Emma Jones. I’m the temporary manager for the CEO.” The man’s brows lifted instantly. “Oh! Really?” His expression brightened. “It’s nice meeting you, Miss Emma. I’m Silas.” “Sure, sure,” Emma replied quickly, barely processing his name. “I’m actually looking for Lucy’s office.” “Oh, Miss Lucy?” Silas pointed down the hallway. “Take a left turn, then another right. Count three doors. The fourth office is hers.” Emma nodded rapidly. “Ohhh. Okay. Thank you, Mr... mhm...” She squinted dramatically. “Silas. Right. Thank you.” Before the poor man could say another word, Emma waved awkwardly and sped off down the hallway. Silas blinked after her. “Miss Emma...” But she was already gone. He chuckled softly to himself before adjusting the files in his arms. “She seems interesting,” he muttered. “Maybe I’ll ask for her number another time.” Meanwhile, Emma was already lost again. “This place was definitely built by rich people with too much free time,” she grumbled while turning another corner. Thankfully, after a few wrong turns and one accidental encounter with a cleaning staff closet, she finally found Lucy’s office. Emma knocked twice before pushing the door open. Lucy looked up from her desk, visibly exhausted already. “Emma?” she asked slowly. “What brings you here?” Emma walked in holding the rule book like evidence from a crime scene. “Girl,” she began immediately, “what kind of military camp is this?” Lucy sighed. “Which part now?” “The WATER part!” Emma exclaimed, flipping the pages dramatically. “No drinking water during work hours? What if I choke and collapse beautifully onto the floor? Am I supposed to die respectfully?” Lucy pinched the bridge of her nose. “Emma, I told you to read the explanations too, not just the rules.” Emma folded her arms stubbornly. Lucy leaned back in her chair before explaining. “A staff member once spilled water on an important contract while working. It was a business deal involving one of the company’s biggest stakeholders. The documents got ruined.” Emma blinked. “Oh.” “Exactly,” Lucy continued. “After that, the CEO banned drinks around important files unless absolutely necessary.” Emma looked down at the rule book again. Okay... slightly reasonable. Slightly. Still psychotic though. Lucy narrowed her eyes suddenly. “And don’t even think about trying it intentionally.” Emma froze. “How did you know what I was thinking?” “Because your face screams bad decisions.” Emma gasped softly. “That’s offensive.” “The employee who ruined the documents got fired,” Lucy continued calmly. Emma’s eyes widened immediately a smile threatening to show at the new information. “Fired?” “And fined.” “Oh, come on.” Lucy nodded. “He had to pay compensation because the company lost money from the damaged contract.” Emma stared at her in disbelief. “This company doesn’t play.” “No,” Lucy agreed. “It really doesn’t.” Emma slowly sank into the chair opposite Lucy’s desk. For the first time since arriving here, reality started tapping her aggressively on the forehead. She was trapped. Completely trapped. And unfortunately, the trap was owned by a rich, annoying man with expensive watches and emotional issues. Emma sighed deeply. “If he wasn’t so unbearable,” she muttered thoughtfully, “I might’ve tried seducing him a little.” Lucy nearly dropped her pen. “What?” Emma shrugged. “I’m just saying. Billionaires are useful.” Lucy stared at her for a full three seconds. “You are actually unbelievable.” Before Emma could defend herself, the office phone rang. Lucy immediately straightened before answering the call. “Yes, sir?” Emma watched her carefully. Then Lucy’s expression shifted. Very slowly, she turned toward Emma. Emma already knew. She knew. And yet she still prayed she was wrong. “Okay, sir,” Lucy replied politely before hanging up. Silence. Emma blinked once. Twice. “...No.” Lucy folded her hands together. “He said, and I quote: ‘Send Miss Jones to my office now.’” Emma closed her eyes in pain. “Maybe if we both pretend I disappeared, this problem will solve itself.” “Nice try,” Lucy replied dryly. Emma groaned dramatically and turned toward the door before Lucy stopped her again. “Oh, and take this file to him.” Emma turned slowly. Very slowly. Lucy pushed a thick document across the desk. “It contains the financial records from last month’s transported goods.” Emma stared at the file like Lucy had handed her a live snake. “Miss Lucy,” she began carefully, “your legs seem perfectly functional.” Lucy smiled without humor. “And I’d like to keep my salary functional too.” Emma pointed accusingly. “Traitor.” “Happily.” Emma groaned loudly before snatching the file from her hands. Lucy almost laughed at the amount of attitude packed into that single movement. “Read through it before handing it over,” Lucy advised. Emma flipped through several pages before looking horrified. “How am I supposed to understand any of this? I wasn’t even here last month.” Lucy paused. Fair point. “For once in your life,” she admitted, “you actually said something sensible.” Emma looked smug instantly. Lucy ruined it immediately. “Just give it to the boss. He already understands the report.” Emma sighed dramatically. “Fantastic. Now I have to read financial records AND see that man again.” As she marched toward the door, Lucy called out one final warning. “Emma.” Emma paused. “Please don’t do anything stupid.” Emma stared at her for a few seconds. Then smiled suspiciously. Lucy immediately regretted everything. A second later, Emma slammed the office door behind her loudly. Lucy flinched. She slowly looked up at the ceiling. “God,” she whispered tiredly, “please protect this company.”Silas hadn't been able to concentrate all day. He was still anxious, worried that Emma was still mad at him for the morning’s mishap. He’d been waiting in the parking lot just to catch a glimpse of her. When she finally emerged, he wanted to approach her, but he stopped himself. What should he say? "I'm sorry"? That would be stupid; the lady clearly hated being apologized to every five minutes. Silas sighed, running a hand through his hair. Emma was walking quickly, afraid her boss might appear and find another excuse to keep her late. She was moving fast, having swapped her painful heels for a pair of flat slippers. She caught sight of a figure moving back and forth near the exit, looking frantic. *I didn’t make a mistake naming him that—he really is a weird man,* she thought. A part of her felt bad for refusing her boss’s ride, but she wouldn’t admit defeat until she reached the main road and failed to find a taxi. As she was ab
"Wow, good morning to you, Miss Emma," Lucy greeted, her mouth hanging open as she stared. Emma rolled her eyes and adjusted her watch, making sure everything looked perfect. She was wearing the new black suit, paired with long, wide-legged trousers and a tucked-in white button-down shirt. For footwear, she had chosen the white heels with the thin, precarious-looking stems. Thankfully, Kristie had taught her how to walk in them that morning; she just prayed she wouldn’t have to run, or she’d end up losing a few teeth by noon.*See who can play this game,* Emma thought. *I’ll make sure that’s the last dollar he ever takes from my paycheck.* She snapped out of her thoughts as she noticed Lucy still staring. "I'm human," Emma remarked dryly."Of course, but girl, you look mature. Gosh, and your hair!" Lucy gestured to Emma’s sleek, high bun, which pulled her features into a sharp, professional look. Emma’s face twitched. *Mature? Did I lo
"Let me finish. I don't need empty declarations. You have a lot to learn, and if you make any mistakes, I’ll be deducting the damages from your salary until you’re left with a penny." Emma looked at the shopping bags and sighed in relief. Maybe the man wasn't completely heartless after all."I’m not actually going to pay for these clothes," Jerry added, his tone flat."What?!" Emma asked her voice a little high ,looking at him as he glared sharply at her. "I don't even have that kind of money!" Emma protested, rolling her eyes in exhaustion. She wondered what he was saying right now . Geez the man always seem to go back to point zero every single time she thought he would do something different. Who else were going to pay for the outfit then !. This man never ceased to amaze her—and not in a good way."I don't need to know that; I already know. All I want is for you to pay me back, and since you don't have the funds now, I’ll just deduct it from your next paycheck."
Emma cleared her throat, watching the shop assistant pack up the items. She glanced at Jerry’s back and noticed he had taken off his suit jacket. As if sensing her gaze, he turned to face her, and she quickly looked back at the assistant. When she risked a glance at Jerry again, she saw he had unbuttoned the top two buttons of his white dress shirt, revealing smooth skin and a hint of an inked tattoo. *No wonder I kissed him,* Emma thought. She immediately blushed, frantically trying to shove the thought out of her mind. She had been wondering how she’d managed to kiss his neck while he was wearing a full suit, and now she knew. Trying to bridge the awkward silence, she said, "Um, boss, I’m sure your fiancée will be very pleased to receive these gifts." She was trying to soothe his temper. She’d learned that the best way to handle an angry person was with a little flattery. She couldn't lie—she was terrified. She had no idea what was going through his head; instead of hi
After the shopping was finished, Emma was finally freed from the pile of clothes she had been holding while a shop assistant packed everything away. She watched the woman load the designer bags, then slowly shifted her gaze to her boss. She rolled her eyes, exhausted, and let out a loud yawn."Miss Jones, follow me," Jerry said, turning on his heel and walking away.Emma growled, wiggling her tired body. "If he wanted to shop for his fiancée, why involve me?" she muttered, begrudgingly dragging her feet after him.When they reached another section, Jerry gestured for her to put on a pair of heels. Emma glanced awkwardly at the shoes, then at Jerry, who was already looking impatient. "Miss Jones, put on the heels.""Oh, the thing is... I don't really wear heels.""Huh?""I don't know how to walk in them," Emma admitted, covering her face. It was mortifying for a woman to admit she couldn't handle a simple pair of shoes."I thought as much. Either way, you don't have a choice," Jerry s
Emma inhaled slowly, trying to calm her nerves. She pinched the bridge of her nose and took two deep breaths, muttering through gritted teeth, "The nerve of that man!" She finally turned to examine the place they had stopped. She couldn't help but stare in awe; her jaw practically hit the floor. She blinked twice, convinced she had read the sign wrong. *Just Trèndy.* Emma let the name echo in her head. She had always assumed only actresses, influencers, and women who casually spent six months' salary on a handbag ever shopped here. She gulped and turned around to look for her so-called boss. She spotted him standing at the entrance, his face set in a hard glare. A frown settled on her forehead, but she told herself to get used to it. Dragging her feet, she moved toward him, keeping her eyes fixed on her shoes because she couldn't handle his icy stare any longer. Things couldn't get any worse. Inside, Emma looked around in amazement. Designer dresses, glittering heels, a







