Mr. Badass ✔

03 His eyes'are gleaming with malice

Gemma's POV.

The whole situation is now clear.

Luke Shaw is the newly appointed general manager of the car dealership. Yesterday, he appeared at the sex culture festival and happened to bump into me while I was sneaking out for fun.

After looking through the employee records, he recognized me; then, at midnight, he sent an email cutting my bonus in half.

That halved bonus is the price I pay for sexually harassing him.

So, after that tall figure disappears, I recover from the shock and begin to console myself: this is fair.

Then I think, our grudge should end here, as long as I keep a bit of distance from him in the near future.

After all, if he really wants to get back at me, he can easily fire me.

I optimistically return to my workstation, make calls to customers, and pitch car products.

As the day is about to end, Luke notifies everyone to attend a meeting. There are 16 positions at the dealership, from the showroom manager and salespeople to quality inspectors in the workshop, totaling over 50 employees.

The meeting room is packed, and I stay in a corner by the window, burying my face on the desk, playing dead.

As I expect, Luke simply introduces himself and urges us to work hard and serve the customers well, and similar things. Objectively speaking, the man's language is concise and straightforward, unlike the previous general manager, who can drag a sentence out for an hour.

When the man begins to say "Today's meeting is over," I breathe a sigh of relief and pick up my notebook and pen.

The summer weather is unpredictable; it is clear in the morning, but now it's starting to rain lightly.

What should I eat for dinner? Maybe I'll order takeout at home and watch a movie while eating.

As I am deciding whether to watch a comedy or an action movie, the man's words make me stop in my tracks.

"Sales staff, stay here for a skills test."

He walks in my direction.

I admit I was a bit hasty in packing up, but I didn't mean to make him angry enough to conjure up a test out of nowhere, right?

Moreover, I have taken the skills test. All employees will receive training after joining the company. Only after passing the test can they officially take up their posts. At that time, my score was 98/100, ranking first.

Now the window is half-open, and the wind and raindrops are hitting half of my body.

"Being a formal employee doesn't mean you can always stay familiar with the business. People need to have a sense of crisis," Luke pauses, his gaze sweeping over the name badge with my name on it. "What do you think, Miss Gemma?"

Now everyone's eyes are on me.

I clench my fists, look at him for a few seconds, and then force a smile, "I think you're right, Mr. Luke."

Luke returns to the podium and takes out a stack of papers. As the meeting room gradually empties, leaving only the sales staff, Luke distributes the papers to us.

I pick up my pen and look at the first question.

It is a multiple-choice question: "The minimum ground clearance, approach angle, departure angle, wheel radius, and the smallest turning radius refer to the car's ( )"

There are four options below the question.

"A. Maneuverability B. Stability C. Agility D. Mobility."