But Anderson was incredibly arrogant.
"Ashley, you don't need to teach me any of this. I graduated from a top university, you know."
I gave him a long and hard look.
Arthur really had a knack for picking out weirdos.
"Are you sure you don't need me to teach you?"
He scoffed, puffing himself up like a rooster about to fight.
I quickly had him sign the handover documents. If I delayed, I feared this fool might actually start thinking.
As soon as the paperwork was done, I went to my desk to pack up my belongings.
But my spot was already occupied by someone else's cup and other items.
My things were carelessly tossed on the floor. The commemorative photo I took with my colleagues when I signed my first deal had several footprints on it.
Anderson shrugged.
"Sorry, I thought it was trash, so I just threw it away."
My former colleagues all watched the scene with amusement, whispering to each other.
Being successful could make you a target. I always focused on working hard and rarely gossiped or slacked off with them. Whenever they didn't meet their targets, Arthur always told them to learn from me.
It definitely made me a bit unpopular.
Billy stood by with his arms crossed, enjoying the show.