Chapter 11 Dare to Check the Surveillance_1

Christopher Lewis brought Sophia Cloud to join his family's company that very day, and all the employees, big and small, were buzzing with gossip.

Who was this woman personally brought in by Young Master Lewis?

It didn't take long for someone to dig up that she was Leo Harrell's ex-wife, and this fact quickly became a hot topic of conversation among everyone.

They all said that Sophia Cloud had no shame, barely divorced and already looking for her next conquest, setting her sights on Christopher Lewis no less.

Of course, these words never reached Sophia's ears.

At this moment, she was in the office filling out the employment registration form, and upon seeing the marital status option, she didn't hesitate to choose single.

After finishing this, Christopher Lewis found someone to take her to her position.

Her workplace was on the 16th floor, more than a dozen stories away from Christopher Lewis's office.

She had just settled in her seat, her computer not even powered on yet, when she overheard people around her whispering.

"That's her, Leo Harrell's ex-wife!"

"Tch, shameless, now trying to catch Young Master Lewis's attention!"

"Keep it down, don't let her hear!"

"I want her to hear, if you dare to do something, you should dare to acknowledge it, right?"

Facing these vulgar insults, Sophia didn't show much emotional turmoil, only feeling a bit uncomfortable.

She'd heard worse insults than these, so why would she care about such trifles?

As the others whispered and discussed for a long time without seeing any rebuttal from her, they gradually became bolder, confronting her with actions instead of just words.

One female employee, with sarcasm on her face, placed some documents on Sophia's desk and arrogantly commanded, "Print a thousand copies of this document, and make it quick—I need them in ten minutes."

Sophia's fingers stiffened, and she looked up at the female employee.

This was clearly deliberate harassment; it was impossible to print a thousand copies in ten minutes, let alone organize them properly.

It was simply not possible.

She turned her gaze back to her computer, pretending she hadn't heard anything.

Seeing this, the female employee's anger surged, and she grabbed Sophia's shoulder, raising her voice, "I'm talking to you, can't you hear? Do you not understand politeness?"

Sophia took a deep breath, controlling her emotions, pointed to her throat, and made some gestures that they couldn't understand.

The group of employees was astonished, and eventually, the female employee couldn't help frowning, her face full of disgust, "So she's a mute."

That label again.

Sophia didn't know how many times she had heard this term today; her hand at her side clenched slightly, but she didn't make any move.

The female employee sneered, tormenting her further, "Since you're a mute, just print five hundred copies then."

Sophia was stunned because she was mute, her workload was reduced by half? Should she also kneel down in gratitude?

She had long known that newbies in the workplace were often bullied by their seniors, although she hadn't quite believed it at first.

Now it seemed to be true.

This was more than just bullying—it was an outright personal attack.

Sophia continued to act as if she hadn't heard, going about her own tasks.

The employees' demeanor changed, and one of them stepped forward to say, "Sophia Cloud, as the newcomer, shouldn't you be listening more to your seniors? I've never seen a new employee act so entitled before."

Sophia's hand gripped the mouse, silent for a long moment, then quickly grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and wrote.

——Sorry, I came here to work, not to run errands.

This statement was even more infuriating, especially for that female employee. She was considered an old-timer at Lewis's family company, having worked there for ten years, and she had seen more new employees come and go than she could count. It was the first time she had seen someone as defiant as Sophia Cloud.

The female employee's eyes dimmed as she shut down her computer and flung the documents back onto the desk, "I said, go print five hundred copies! Do you really think you can rely on being brought into the company by Mr. Lewis? Let me tell you, if you don't listen to me today, even if this gets to Mr. Lewis, he will still side with me!"

This was the unwritten rule for newcomers in the workplace: new employees were always exploited by the senior ones.

Countless new employees had been bullied.

Sophia Cloud silently pondered her words. Although she knew that Christopher Lewis would not be biased as she claimed, she also didn't want to bother him.

It was already troublesome enough for him that she had joined the company—making more trouble was the last thing she wanted.

With this in mind, Sophia picked up the document and obediently walked into the photocopy room.

As she was about to leave, she could still hear the praise and boasting of those employees.

"You really have some nerve, Amelia, to mess with someone Mr. Lewis brought in."

"So what? No matter who brought her, she's still a new employee."

Implicit in those words was the expectation for her to listen to the senior employees.

Sophia stayed in the photocopy room for a long time, the machine rumbling and constantly making noise, yet,

Five hundred documents—how long would she have to print them?

There was no doubt that the earlier intimidation was meant to show her that the company's people were not to be trifled with, even if she was brought in by Christopher Lewis.

When it was time to bow your head, you still had to bow.

Moreover, after work today, she had to go to the bar and quit that job.

Thinking of herself, she felt a headache coming on.

Everything seemed to be piling up at once, becoming overwhelmingly burdensome.

The machine continued to spit out papers, which she neatly piled up, not knowing how many she had printed, only seeing that the stack in front of her was growing as high as a small hill.

She turned off the machine and, with great difficulty, carried the documents back to her seat.

There was Amelia, painting her nails at her desk, a steaming cup of coffee beside her.

When Amelia saw Sophia return, she packed away her nail polish and brazenly approached her, starting with an accusation, "You're nearly an hour late, which delayed important content for the meeting. Tell me, how should I punish you?"

Sophia said nothing. Her arms were still holding the documents, her face turning crimson, feeling nothing but a sore and swollen ache in her arms.

Just as she was about to put the documents down on the table, Amelia deliberately interfered, causing the five hundred documents to scatter all over the floor.

Amelia exclaimed in surprise and pushed her, "Do you realize how important these documents are! Not only were you late and delayed the meeting, but when I criticized you, you didn't listen, and now you heartlessly dropped the documents on the floor! What is your intention?"

Sophia was baffled.

It was Amelia who had suddenly pushed her, leading to the documents falling to the ground. How could she now shift all the blame onto her?

She didn't understand.

Employees in the office started standing up, surrounding her, pointing fingers and whispering among themselves.

Amelia was crouching down, continuously sorting the papers, still cursing, "I know you were personally brought in by Mr. Lewis. It's fine to take your anger out on me, but why would you throw away the documents? It's bad enough you were at fault first, but then you lose your temper too. What a vile woman you are!"

Sophia stood to the side, her face turning deathly pale, surrounded by people pointing and gossiping about her. Except for her and Amelia, everyone else was in the dark about what had just happened.

Her hands were intertwined, and a cold sweat broke out on her back.

Listening to the insults, she suddenly laughed and pointed to the ceiling above them.

Her intention was clear.

"Dare you check the surveillance?"