Yan Rumei took roughly twelve minutes to complete the sheets on the stand, an entire year's worth of a client's bank statements. She neatly pinned them together and placed the bundle on top of the previously sorted stack.
Returning to her computer, she printed a document and added it to the top of the pile. Then she navigated to her email settings and enabled 'Automatic Replies', using a template she had prepared in advance.
Next, she opened her 'Drafts' folder, updated the date on a saved email, and hit 'Send'. A small pop-up appeared, showing the progress. When it shifted from 1% to 2%, a small, satisfied smile formed on her face.
With that, she stood up, smoothed out her clothes, and adjusted her hair.
Li Cheng finally realized she had wrapped up her work. He was about to rise when she said without looking at him, "Stay there. I need to drop these off at my boss's office. We'll leave once I'm back."
Before he could respond, she picked up the stack of documents and confidently strode out in her heels. Only then did Assistant Li Cheng notice—despite the added height from her two-inch heels, the Miss was still… short. Probably no taller than five feet three.
*Ahhhhh! What the hell are you thinking, Li Cheng?! Are you tired of living? Ready to retire?* He mentally slapped himself for letting his thoughts wander.*
Yan Rumei stepped out of her office, immediately sensing the eyes of everyone in the open office on her. She didn't flinch. Without sparing them a glance, she kept her gaze forward and walked with steady, confident steps.
She climbed a flight of stairs and emerged on the main floor, an entirely different world compared to the dim, cluttered basement where her team worked.
Here, every employee sat comfortably in ergonomic chairs. Each desk was equipped with three ultra-wide LG monitors, sleek flat keyboards, and personal touches like cork boards, potted plants, and small decorations. Everything was clean, bright, and modern.
The other four Accounting Managers, colleagues at her "level", had private glass-walled offices stationed in the corners of the floor. Each was at least three times the size of hers. Their windows had stylish blinds, and inside were Keurig machines, Ikea drawer units, and even wall-mounted TVs. It looked like the kind of place you'd actually want to work in.
The contrast to the basement was... stark.
Her so-called "office area," generously given by the boss, was the entire basement floor. Yes, it was technically as spacious as the main level, but nearly half of it was used to store old paper files from clients across the company.
To make matters worse, her team handled all the clients who didn't want to transition to digital; all the receipts, statements, and documents were all in paper.
Each was responsible for at least two enormous filing cabinets.
Why? Because none of the managers or employees on the main floor wanted to deal with those clients. They'd passed them all down to her team like unwanted baggage. That's why the main floor was so spotless and high-tech; almost everything they received from clients was electronic.
Even the carpet here smelled nicer.
As Yan Rumei made her way toward the back of the office where her boss's office was located, she could feel eyes trailing her from every direction.
"The principal is taking a stroll, behave yourselves," one employee whispered to her nearby colleagues.
A few others who overheard it smirked, exchanging glances as quiet giggles rippled through the room.
Yan Rumei was used to the treatment by now. It had gotten under her skin at first, but after a few months, she went numb. A few years later, she couldn't even be bothered to care.
When she reached her boss's office, the secretary quickly stood up.
"President Si is currently in a mee— H-Hey! Yan Rumei!"
She didn't spare the woman a glance. Without slowing down, she pushed the door open and walked in, leaving it wide open behind her.
President Si's brows furrowed the moment he saw Yan Rumei walk in.
"Yan Rumei!"
She ignored him, just like the secretary.
Without a word, she marched up to his desk and dropped the heavy stack of papers onto the surface with a sharp thud.
"I manage 4,068 clients through my team, and 1,312 of them are mine directly," she said coolly. "And yet, I still finished the 2020 bank statements for that client you dumped on me, an hour ago."
Yan Rumei pulled a single sheet from the top of the stack and laid it flat in front of President Si. She let it sit there for three deliberate seconds, then flicked it straight into his face.
"I quit!"
President Si froze, jaw unhinged in disbelief.
The client sitting across from him, mid-meeting, mirrored the expression, stunned silent.
Even the secretary at the door stood frozen, mouth agape.
Yan Rumei took in their collective shock, smirked with satisfaction, and turned on her heel.
Without another word, she strode out.
She glided gracefully across the office floor. Because she'd left President Si's door open, about 80% of the people on that floor had likely caught every word she'd just spoken.
Making her way down the stairs to the basement, she stopped in the open area where her entire team could see her.
She then announced cheerfully, "Hey, everyone, I just quit. I suggest you all do the same, you deserve better than this lousy company!"
Yan Rumei turned and walked back to her office.
Li Cheng heard her words and was stunned once again, but a smile slowly spread across his face.
*This is definitely the right move for Miss. She's now the stepdaughter of a business mogul. She could easily work for one of Master Gu's companies, or heck, she might not even have to work at all if she doesn't want to!*
Li Cheng couldn't help but feel sorry for the employees in the basement office; the unfair treatment they endured was obvious.
Yan Rumei packed her personal belongings into her bag, logged out of all the software she'd been using, and cleared her computer of browsing history, notes, and the training materials and guides she had personally created.
Finally, she switched back to her email to check the message she had sent earlier. The progress bar was gone—meaning it had been successfully delivered.
Ding—Ding—Ding—Ding—
Her inbox buzzed with multiple email notifications.
Glancing at the previews, she saw most were questions from her clients.
She sighed, then logged off her email. No need to check or reply, she had already set up an automatic response earlier, fully expecting this flood of messages.
She felt a pang of guilt for her clients. Now that she had quit, no one in the company would want to take over their accounts.
Her clients trusted her deeply. She was meticulous and rarely made mistakes. You could count on one hand the times she had to redo a Tax Report.
Despite juggling thousands of accounts, she remained patient and attentive, especially since around 60-70% of her clients were elderly, and many had little understanding of business or taxes.
But it had to end... now.
While Yan Rumei was busy packing up, Assistant Li Cheng stepped out of the office and began handing his business card to the employees.
"If any of you decide to quit, just send me an email. I'll be happy to help you find a better job."
As soon as he finished, Yan Rumei emerged from her office and said, "Let's go."