All Chapters of Entitled Gen-Z Crushed for Attacking Flex-Hours: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

To ensure everyone in the company had a work-life balance, I decided to introduce flexible hours so employees could plan their time more freely. "From now on, there will no longer be any regular working hours. The company will calculate the total working hours at the end of every month, and employees only need to complete the required working hours stipulated."When this was announced, everyone cheered. As they quietened, I continued, "If there is an emergency project required to be completed, employees may apply for extra hours, and they will be compensated accordingly."If the working hours do not meet the requirement, employees' salaries will be deducted in accordance with the missed hours."At this point, the new rule was officially established. Employees who had to fetch their children to school, senior employees who hated the rush hours, and younger employees who had trouble waking up early in the morning cheered with excitement."You're the best, Mr. Samson.""Mr. Sam

"Eddie, I'd like to speak to you."I arrived at the company's front desk the next morning to see most of the employees looking tired and frazzled. They looked like they had been rushing to catch the earliest subway in the morning. Jenny's eyes were red as she told the people around her, while clocking in, that her son had been crying in the morning because he did not want her to leave.Jack Chorley was carrying a dark gray backpack on his back, with his hair looking like a mess. He must have rushed to the subway on his bicycle.Eddie arrived at 8:59 am at the office. He even smiled at me. "Good morning, Mr. Samson.""Come to my office."He followed me into the office, but I did not let him take a seat. "About your post online…""Oh, that." He put down his backpack. "I was only telling the truth. The lights were on in the office at 3:00 am, and it was true that I was working.""According to the attendance system, you weren't in the office most of the time this month.""Well, i

"Mr. Samson, I have some bad news!" Jenny rushed into my office the moment I took a seat at my desk that morning. It was the fifth day after the announcement of the new policy, and the company was no longer operating like a normal office."Which bad news should I start with?""Let's start with the worst one."Jenny's voice was trembling. "A total of 17 people were late this morning. Mr. Jenkins was eight minutes late, while Mike was 12 minutes late.""Handle this according to the new rules.""I have, but Mr. Jenkins shared a voice note in the group chat right away. I'll play it for you."Jenny clicked on the play button, and Charlie's voice was heard saying, "Everyone, I've been penalized as well. I've been working at this company for eight years, and I was penalized 200 dollars for being late for eight minutes. "Honestly, one needs to understand the consequences of every decision being made. Look at all the mess everyone is going through now. I don't need to tell you who cau

"Mr. Jenkins, your progress is still at an extremely low point today." Evan mentioned a name for the first time on the seventh day, when the company was having a mid-week review.Charlie laughed awkwardly at the meeting table. "Mr. Flint, my position in this company is a little unique. Most of my work involves coordination, and it can't be justified by the work progress alone…""Your job deion is to produce analysis reports based on clients' requests, and your actual contribution to work is…" Evan flipped his notebook. "Three initial drafts, two of which were rejected and required amendments."Charlie's smile froze on his face, and no one else spoke up. Mike's head was lowered as he pushed his phone deeper into his pocket."I'd like to clarify something," Charlie said. "There is a problem with the rules of this test. The value of management comes from coordinating their teams, not having their teammates work in sile—""Mr. Jenkins," I interrupted him. "I have never heard you menti

"Evan, is your report done?" I asked."The report has been submitted to Mr. Cross. He's very happy about it."I took a drink of tea but said nothing.Evan looked at me and said, "Mr. Samson, Mr. Cross wants me to ask you a question.""What is it?""When did you start suspecting everything?"I put my cup down, and there were several seconds of silence in the room. "What do you mean?"Evan smiled. "The influencer with three million followers shared Eddie Lundly's post at 4:17 am. Why would an influencer who talks about labor law and the workplace share an ordinary person's social media post at 4:17 am right away?He glanced at me. "This influencer found the post so quickly without any forewarning." "That doesn't mean anything," I replied. "One of the companies this influencer works with is a public relations company whose earliest investor is Mr. Cross.""Go on."I put my cup down while Evan closed his laptop."Mr. Samson, this is probably the truth behind everything. Befo