Life is a curse

"Ms Brianna, is this way to address your boss?" Satan asked with a sly smile.

"I am sorry, sir." Brianna lowered her head, gnashing her teeth. Last week, he acted like a gentleman, and when she thinks about how proudly she announced her job, she felt more embarrassed. He could have told her his identity, but he hid it.

"These are the files for meeting that will be held straight after four hours, and you have three and half hours to write a report on it." Satan pushed a thick stack of papers towards Brianna and said with a cold face. 

"But these are too much, and time is less," Brianna complained. She wanted to cry but had no tears.

"You are an employee under Imperial Inc. If you don't know how to manage time, then you are free to leave." Satan throws a sharp glare at her.

"Ok, sir." Brianna wrapped the thick pile of papers in her arms and left for her small office. Her cheeks were bulging out in anger.

"A peasant was trying to act