“Smile when you are kidding!"

Four years later…

"What?"

A tall, well-built man with neatly parted blonde hair shouted as he slammed his hands on his table. His small eyes tremble and his extremely thin eyebrows knitted. "What do you mean, She's moving here? I-I disagree! Assign her to other department!" he exclaimed indignantly. He put down his distinctive square eyeglasses, and he fanned himself with his dot pattern tie.

"Manager Tigab. You don't have a choice." said the HR clerk who brought the news to him. "If you want to protest, write a formal letter to the chairman or to our CEO."

"Ha! It's great to have the executives on her back! How can a high school graduate work as my assistant! Is this the way you want to treat me!"

Everyone inside the office tried not to react and acted as if they were not listening to Manager Tigab's sentinement, which made Tigab even angrier as no one tried to understand what he was protesting about.