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    Dani shut her eyes momentarily, a reminder shing through her mind about enhancing the office security.


    “I’m going to kill you, Dani!” Joyce bellowed as she burst into the room, brandishing a toilet brush like a weapon.


    Her hair was in disarray, and she appeared as if she’d just emerged from a trench, dirt and all. A troupe of flustered security guards trailed behind her.


    “Ms. Harper,” the administrative manager gasped, catching up and panting heavily.


    “I’m so sorry. I did everything I could to stop her, but she wouldn’t hear it. She just didn’t care.”


    Brushing past the guards, Joyce stormed up to Dani, her face flushed with rage.


    “Dani! You assigned me to toilet cleaning duty!” Dani lifted her eyes, her expression serene.


    “Is something wrong?”


    “You told Mom and Dad you’d appoint me as a director at Elite Lux!” Joyce’s voice teetered on the edge of hysteria.


    This day was meant to mark her grand entrance as a director at Elite Lux. She had proudly shared the news far and wide, even promising her friends snapshots of her new office.


    Yet, instead of an executive suite, the administrative staff presented her with a toilet brush. They escorted her to a neglected nook by the basement bathrooms and gestured to a rickety stool—her so-called office.


    The indignity of it all was overwhelming. With a dismissive gesture, Dani signaled the security and administrative manager to exit the room.


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    Once they were alone, Dani reclined in her chair, the picture of control. Her lips curled into a smirk as she stared Joyce down.


    “Have I ever outright denied you the director’s position?”


    Joyce’s makeup was a smeared mess, and next to Dani’s calm elegance, she looked like a frantic wreck—bordering on unhinged. She shook her head.


    “No, you haven’t.”


    Dani’s gaze remained unwavering, her tone even.


    “And indeed, you are a director. No one has stated otherwise.”


    Joyce’s face twisted with rage as she barked, “A ‘toilet director’? Screw you, Dani! I’m not your joke! Are the restrooms in Elite Lux decked out in gold or what? Why on earth would they need a director for that? You must be joking with me!”


    Reclining slightly in her chair, Dani answered calmly, “Believe it or not, even the headquarters of Elite Lux appoint directors to oversee restroom facilities. The choice to ept the position is yours alone.”


    A flicker of uncertainty crossed Joyce’s face.


    “The headquarters have toilet directors too?”


    Dani affirmed with a nod, “Indeed, they do.”


    Curiosity piqued, Joyce continued, “Are there any other kinds of director roles avable? I really don’t want to be known as a toilet director. It sounds absurd.”


    “Toilet director? That’s your term, not ours. We certainly don’t call it that.”


    Joyce’s eyes narrowed as her voice lost a bit of its edge.


    “Fine. If that’s not it, then what do you call it?”


    Dani replied, “We refer to it as the ‘Director of Comfort.''”


    The title resonated with a certain prestige, casting a dignified air around it. Joyce seemed toe to terms with the situation. Dani added, “Now you’re officially a director at Elite Lux. Think about it; it’s quite a leap from selling clothes on the street, isn’t it?”


    Joyce red briefly before storming off without another word.


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