Chapter 76: I hate those who wear glasses.
Fell onto the ground.
"Geez!" Charles yelled through gritted teeth, blowing out a sharp breath.
He swallowed hard, pushing himself up from the ground before stepping out of the compound. As he made his way down the street, he stretched out his hand and hailed a cab.
It took a while, but eventually, a cab pulled over by the side of the road, and Charles quickly stepped inside.
He gave the driver his destination, and after half an hour, they arrived at Gyapm Corporation.
Charles paid the fare and, without wasting a second, hurried into the Company building.
In the lobby, employees bustled from one end to another, their movements hurried yet calculated, each trying to maintain an air of composure despite the underlying tension in the atmosphere.
Some clutched stacks of documents, others adjusted their uniforms or whispered anxiously among themselves.
The usual hum of workplace chatter had been replaced with a quiet urgency.
’I thought Mr. and Mrs. Wales were only going to inspect the cleaning staff.’ Charles mused, his brows knitting together.
Yet, from the way the entire building seemed to be in a state of controlled chaos, it was clear that the presence of Mr. and Mrs. Wales was putting everyone on edge.
Charles tightened his grip on his backpack handle, quickening his pace toward the utility room where the cleaning equipment was stored.
His heart pounded—not just from the rush, but from the weight of the situation.
As he hurried there, he was met with the sight of his fellow workers, all gathered and waiting, their expressions a mix of nerves and anticipation.
"Charles! You’re lucky you came early," the head staffer called out, waving Charles over with a firm gesture.
Charles sniffed his nose as he rushed over to the head staff, but suddenly noticed that his colleagues were all bowing their heads.
Stunned, Charles turned around only for him to be met by the gaze of Mr. and Mrs. Wales.
They were dressed in sophisticated attire.
Mr. Wales wore a three-piece green suit, paired with dark green shoes that complemented his ensemble.
His brown crew-cut hair was neatly combed and styled to the side, and a custom-made wristwatch adorned his wrist, adding a touch of refinement to his look.
He had a complete aura of authority.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Wales wore a tailored green suit dress that fell just below her knees, exuding an air of dominance.
Her black hair was meticulously styled, with soft curls at the ends that only heightened her intimidating presence.
Black heels clicked beneath her feet, and in her hands, she carried a sleek silver handbag, completing her polished and commanding look.
Her sapphire blue eyes were cold, almost as if it was an inhabitant of winter.
Quickly, Charles lowered his head in a slight bow as a sign of respect.
"Has the hall for the company’s project launch been cleaned?" Mrs. Wales asked, her cold, piercing sapphire blue eyes sweeping over the cleaners with an intensity that made them feel insignificant.
They lifted their gazes hesitantly, swallowing hard as their eyes darted toward one another.
A tense silence filled the atmosphere as they waited for the bravest among them to step forward and respond to Mrs. Wales’s question.
"Most of the hall has been cleaned, ma’am, but there are still a few areas we haven’t gotten to yet," the head cleaner replied, clasping her hands together.
Her smile was warm and polite as she continued her statement. "But rest assured, we’ll have everything ship-shape in no time."
Mrs. Wales scoffed, lifting her wrist to glance at the time. "It’s seven minutes past eight," she stated, her voice sharp with impatience.
She paused for a moment, letting her gaze sweep over the gathered cleaners, scrutinizing their expressions. "Is this really the entire cleaning staff for this company?"
"Yes, ma." The head cleaner replied.
Mrs. Wales frowned, her lips curling in disdain. "There are far too many of you for such a small company," she spat coldly.
Charles instinctively bit his upper lip, forcing himself to suppress the laughter threatening to escape.
Charles took a slow step backward, subtly shifting behind one of his colleagues.
Once hidden, he leaned toward his left and whispered softly to Freda, "I thought she was going to say there aren’t enough cleaners for this company."
Freda smiled warmly, raising her brows at him. "I also thought the same." She replied, her words barely above a whisper.
Mr. Wales, who had remained silent while his wife spoke, finally cleared his throat and stepped forward.
His deep voice carried a sense of authority yet held a rare gentleness. "For the sake of the upcoming project, additional cleaning staff will be recruited to ease your workload," he announced, his sharp gaze scanning the room.
A wave of relief swept through the cleaners, their once-tense shoulders relaxing as smiles of gratitude spread across their faces.
Murmurs of excitement rippled through the group as they exchanged hopeful glances, some even sighing in quiet relief.
Charles, however, couldn’t help but steal a glance at Mrs. Wales, wondering if she truly approved of her husband’s decision or if this was just a temporary act of mercy.
"This is a..."
"You!" Mrs. Wales spat, pointing her index finger at a young man in the back.
The young man was about to whisper words to the person beside him when all of a sudden, Mrs Wales called out to him.
"I am talking to you on hoodie." Mrs. Wales continued. "I don’t like your appearance. Cleaners of this company should not wear glasses. It reflects poorly on the company."
The cleaners wearing hoodies exchanged glances, unsure of whom Mrs. Wales was addressing.
Amidst them, one young man remained still, a sly smirk tugging at his lips—he knew without a doubt that she was referring to him.
The young man brow knotted upwards as he wondered where Mrs Wales’s statement was heading to. "Since you seem to have an eye issue, I’m dismissing you from this company," Mrs. Wales declared coldly.
"Huh? Are you saying that I’m fir—"
She scoffed, cutting him off mid-sentence. "You heard me right, young man. You’re fired."