I quietly watched Trisha and supervisor Penelope leave.

After I could no longer see their backs, my grip around the mop tightened, as I gritted my teeth before letting out a heavy sigh.

I was tired. Too tired and exhausted.

But because I did not want to disobey supervisor Penelope, since that would only give her more reason to treat me badly, I decided to do as she had said without complaining.

I had no other choice but to comply with her orders. If not, she and Trisha were going to keep ...