Chapter 2: I Never Joke
Chapter 2: I Never Joke
The boss looked at Lance with a satisfied but condescending smile. “Unless you want to make me angry, you’d better get back over there and wipe that floor again.”
For capitalists who hire and exploit illegal workers, guilt over oppressing them would never even cross their minds; if it did, they wouldn’t do it in the first place.
Anyone who could call themselves a capitalist, or even a budding one, had to get over any pangs of conscience to start.
The two of them locked eyes for a moment. Lance raised his hands and backed up a couple of steps, saying, “Whatever you say, sir.”
The boss was pleased with this response and nodded with a grin. “I like it when you call me ‘Boss.’ Keep doing that.”
“As you wish, Boss.”
With that, the boss, thoroughly satisfied, let him go. “Now get out of here!”
Expressionless, Lance grabbed the mop he had just hung up and picked up a bucket to go fetch hot water, when he noticed the apprentice peering out at him from the back room with a smug look on his face, as if mocking Lance.