Sir, You Must Be My Father

On the first day of work, the company president said that I looked like his long-lost daughter and gave me a salary of 100 thousand dollars, on the condition that I ate together with his wife every weekend.

Once my boyfriend heard this, he yelled at me in front of my colleagues, “How could you believe such a cheap lie?! It’s just an excuse for him to pay you for dirty favors! If your mother learned that you got yourself a sugar daddy after graduation, she’d jump off a building!”

So, I rejected the president’s offer.

Someone told the department manager that my boyfriend and I insulted the president, and he fired us.

My boyfriend was really shocked by this. He stayed at my place and loafed around instead of working. When he no longer had any money left, he asked my mother for money.

After that, he asked me to sell my organs.

After I said no, he knocked me out with chloroform and sent me to an unlicensed clinic. The doctor there did not use the standard procedures, so I died from the pain.

When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the day I met the president.

This time, I shouted, “Sir, you look just like my father, even though we are not related at all!”

“I heard that our president’s daughter went missing when she was seven.

“After that, our company’s business got better. She might have been sacrificed. The rich love doing that sort of thing.

“Nina, capitalists are all horrible people. Stay away from the boss when you see him,” Stanley York, my boyfriend, whispered into my ear. “You’ve only just joined the workforce and don’t know anything. Listen to me, alright?”

I scoffed and rushed out of the pantry. Then, I shouted to the company president, who had come for a work inspection, “Sir, are you my dad? We have the same eyes, tone of skin, and black hair! We look practically identical! I knew it! My horoscope has never let me down! You must be my dad!”

Everyone on the floor fell silent.

The executives and my colleagues were stunned.

Nathan Steward, the president, put down the documents in his hands and came over to me. As he stared at me, his gaze turned from puzzlement to shock, then to excitement.

He grabbed my hand, and I noticed that his voice quivered when he spoke.

“You’re right.”

He dragged me into his office and told me that his daughter also had a red mole on her palm.

He asked me about what I remembered from my childhood.

When I left his office, Stanley’s gaze on me had changed.

He threw the documents at my face and pointed at me aggressively. “Nina, you’re so shameless! You’re a postgraduate, but you’re in such a hurry to suck up to a capitalist?! Everyone in the company knows that you’re my girlfriend! You just embarrassed me!

“If you continue being so stubbornly stupid, we’re breaking