CHAPYER 105

Nathan clenched his jaw, irritated by the way she spoke to him.

He hadn’t been spoken to like this in a long time, especially since he left the Wilson family.

It took everything in him not to lash out.

He could feel his hands tightening into fists, but he quickly relaxed them, forcing himself to stay calm.

He couldn’t blow his cover.

Not now, not over this.

Miss Jane Foster, as her nametag read, took a step closer, glaring at Nathan with disdain.

“Let me make one thing clear, Steven. People like you don’t get to use those elevators."

"You are not even worthy of *looking* at it,” she tilted her head with a sneer.

“You’re nothing but a filthy cleaner who is here to make sure the floors are shiny and the bins are empty. Do you understand?"

Nathan felt a storm of rage within him, but he forced himself to stay composed.

His mission was more important than his pride right now.

He had to keep his cover, endure the insults, and let her believe he was the insignificant worker she thoug