"In that office, not only did I have to finish my own work every day, but I also had to make tea for everyone and be scolded by them."
Kingston was speechless. Actually, in all fairness, this kind of thing was something he had seen very often, so he was not shocked by it. Putting aside other places and just looking at the Ford Group, this kind of phenomenon was also happening all over those small departments and small branches. If a newcomer was dishonest or would not conform to the group, the person would more or less be taught a lesson by the older staff.
Just take Sabrina, for example. When she first started working at the architectural design firm, she was also ostracized to the point that she almost could not continue working there.
Fortunately, Sabrina was a person who was unfazed by flattery or humiliation. Her beauty, meticulous thoughts, calmness, and her competency at work could forcibly subdue many people. Besides, Sabrina had very strong support behind her, who was Sebastian. At that time, whoever dared to bully Sabrina truly had a death wish.
However, Sabrina was the only one who could do that in the entire South City.
"I know that many novels and television shows would have such a character. The female protagonist would start out being bullied by others. She would be prideful and unyielding by nature, and she would successfully make a comeback in those incredibly harsh environments. Not only that, but she would be valued by a rich and handsome man, who would not marry anyone but her. However, Kingston, that is just a character in a fairytale. Reality is not like that. Do you know what would happen in reality? She would be just like me," Eevonne said to Kingston while smiling in a self-mocking manner.
Kingston nodded heartbreakingly. "I know, Eevonne, I know. I know that every young girl in this world has the same kind of experience as Sabrina, but not every girl could be as lucky as her.
"The majority of the girls in this world are ordinary. Nobody knew how many girls have experienced darkness and how they comfort their pain deep down. However, listen to me carefully, Eevonne. Even if there is nobody who loves you in this world, you have to love yourself. You have to eat, drink, and take care of your body. Do you understand?"
Eevonne, who had originally already calmed down, suddenly burst into tears again. "Kingston, how great it would be if I could just get to know you a few years, just a few years, earlier? Do you know how lonely I feel? Do you know how terrible I felt when I was ostracized by others? I don't have an arrogant facade. I was very scared, weak, easily giving in, and had very low self-esteem. I don't have that kind of strong and independent mindset like those female protagonists in the novels. I simply don’t. I was just an extremely originally ugly duckling. I was indeed intelligent, but I was inexperienced. In the eyes of my colleagues from the office, I was truly someone who did not know anything.
Therefore, when they looked down on me, there was nothing I could do. My self-esteem got even lower. Also, my temper got even more aggressive. I wanted it even more to prove myself. I then thought that I have to get a better job, and then come back to walk all over them! In order to change to a better job, I..."
Speaking of that, Eevonne paused for a moment and her face instantly became red. She did not say anything, but Kingston already knew what she was going to say. It should be nothing more than she had done something against her conviction for the sake of getting a good job. She might have even gotten involved with some men that she should not have been involved with.
All of those were things that Kingston could accept.
However, he never expected that after Eevonne had bitten her lips for a while, she said with great difficulty, "To let myself get a better job to satisfy my vanity, I made a fake diploma for myself, and then I submitted it with my resume."
Kingston instantly smiled. "That's it? You feel...extremely guilty because of this?"
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