The Son-in-Law's Revenge Against the Elites

Chapter 067 - Poetry and Vulnerabilities

Rohan squats in a decrepit office building in front of Pablo’s office. In one of his food deliveries yesterday, Rohan slips in a couple of lavalier microphones, including a clip-on mic and a set of instructions. That way, the audio won’t be a problem.

As Rohan watches, he hears a cacophony of clattering keyboards and ringing telephones. Another assistant is also barking orders to everyone. Employees, including Pablo, hunch over their desks, heads down, and trying to avoid eye contact with the prowling assistant–looking as if he is a lion stalking his prey.

He shifts his attention to Pablo. Endless documents are before him, and he is already looking dead even before his shift starts.

Long hours without pay and a constant barrage of insults. And Rohan wonders what else he can add to the list.

“Look alive, Pablo!” the assistant barks at him. “Do you think you are paid to daydream?”

He only glances at him and nods. Then he returns his attention to his work, with no changes in the way