From large items needing repair or replacement, like printers and copiers, to small ones like pens and sticky notes...all kinds of necessary office supplies were available.
Even though it was located just one level below the top floor, the 31st, the back office felt like an unloved stepchild, occupying the worst office space and doing the dirtiest and most tiring jobs.
The girl, seeing Vera Wave's attire, assumed she was from another department coming to get supplies, and hurriedly spoke politely.
"What would you like? Just give us a call, and we'll deliver it to you. There's no need for you to come here personally."
"Oh, no, I'm here to report for duty."
"Report for duty?!"
Upon hearing these words, both the middle-aged woman and the girl were taken aback.
Considering Vera Wave's appearance and aura, she looked every bit a high-level white-collar professional. How could she have been assigned to their godforsaken back office?!
