When the Office Doormat Finally Snapped

Hubert waved the empty drink carrier in front of me, as if trying to prove a point. "Jonas, I miscounted and forgot to get you a drink," he said, putting on an apologetic expression. "I'll treat you next time, I promise."That was what he'd always say. I'd covered Hubert's shifts dozens of times, and every time, he'd made some empty promise."I'll take you out for a meal next time.""I'll buy you coffee next time.""If you ever need help with anything, just let me know."He'd only been paying lip service to being considerate, but I'd taken his words seriously. Ultimately, he'd taken advantage of me at every turn, then turned around and painted me as the bad guy.I didn't respond or look at him. "Jonas, are you still mad at me for refusing to swap shifts with you last time?" Hubert asked, sounding wounded. "I know you're holding it against me, but I really couldn't get away that day! You can't always put yourself first without considering how other people feel, can you?"Se

I didn't budge an inch. I finished the last spoonful of spaghetti on my plate. "Jonas, my son is badly injured," Hubert cried, his eyes bloodshot. "He's waiting for the surgery to save his life! If you refuse to help me, you're killing him! You're essentially committing murder!"He screamed himself hoarse, but I didn't even look at him. "I'm not covering your shift," I said flatly. Hubert lunged at me and swept my plate off the table, sending the leftover braised ribs crashing to the floor. "My son is dying, and you're still eating?" he roared. "You're more vicious than the devil! You're a heartless monster! If anything happens to my son because of you, I won't let you get away with it—"A tingling sensation spread through my palm as Hubert's words were silenced abruptly. He fell to the floor, a vivid handprint visible on the right side of his face. He froze for a moment before suddenly slamming his head against the floor. With every impact, Hubert's cries grew more despe

My hands trembled slightly as I handed over the documents.The staff member examined the materials I had provided and told me to go home and wait for further notice.When I returned to the office, Hubert was proudly showing off his new watch. It was a luxury brand and had cost nearly 50,000 dollars. Our eyes met.He raised his chin, his face full of defiance, and deliberately waved his wrist to show off the watch.At least for now, there was nothing I could do to him. …Three days later, I received a call from the labor department. They informed me that they had accepted my complaint and opened an investigation.It wasn't long before the investigators arrived, and the once-bustling office fell completely silent."Who is Jonas Campbell?"I raised my hand."Who is the person in charge of this company?"Two minutes later, Mr. Langdon hurried downstairs, sweat beading on his forehead."Who is Hubert Gray?"Hubert gripped his sleeve, his hands trembling uncontrollably."Off