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Romello’s jaw tensed slightly as his complexion turned a shade paler.
After going through over five hundred push–ups, he felt somewhat sore.
With over four hours left until working hours were over, Romello could not help but wonder what other tricks Elliot had up his sleeve.
Seeing Romello’s nervous expression, Elliot smirked cruelly as he commanded, “Feet apart, shoulder–width apart, and squat for one hour. Get to it immediately.”
It was just a squat?
Romello breathed a sigh of relief and obediently complied with the request, assuming the stance with precision.
The hot air blew against his cheeks as sweat poured down his face, but Romello remained silent, maintaining steady breaths as he silently counted the seconds.
Elliot watched him for a moment, saying nothing before walking past him toward the
bookshelf.
Romello dared not turn his head to see what Elliot was doing but could clearly hear the sound of Elliot’s military boots tapping on the wooden floor, coming closer and then
moving away.
Upon returning, Elliot placed a tall stack of books on the desk.
Romello sensed trouble.
Indeed, the next moment, he watched as Elliot sorted out two stacks of books, placing them flat on his thighs.
Romello had to awkwardly shift downward to maintain balance to prevent the books from falling.
Seeing Romello managing the task well, Elliot retrieved two more stacks of heavy books and approached him.
“Open your fists with your palms facing up.”
Romello complied, and the heavy stacks were placed on his open palms.
He gritted his teeth, enduring the punishment in silence.
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Elliot leisurely sipped his iced tea, then returned to his seat.
He said coldly, “If you can’t even hold out for an hour, you can say goodbye to the deputy chief position. If one book falls, you’ll be suspended for a month. Consider it carefully.”
Romello held his breath, silently enduring the grueling punishment, plotting his revenge for when he would eventually wield the power of the National Investigation Bureau.
He vowed to make Elliot regret his actions.
Elliot glanced at his computer screen but focused on Romello from the corner of his eyes, taking in Romello’s brooding gaze.
“Do you hate me?”
Romello hesitated briefly, then replied with a composed tone, “No, Mr. Jenkins. You’re my superior. I’ll never resist no matter what happens. I’ll cooperate fully.”
Elliot smirked but did not expose Romello’s true feelings.
Instead, he remarked, “As a subordinate, you must be aware and obey all orders. Having too much independence isn’t a good thing. If you’re willing to follow the rules, we’ll get along just fine.”
Implicit in his words was the expectation for Romello to abandon the matter concerning Phoebe and compromise with Sheena and Howard.
Romello pretended not to understand the implication and simply agreed, “Mr. Jenkins, you’re right. I’ll definitely follow the rules obediently.”
Elliot said nothing more, opening a drawer and retrieving a countdown timer, which he placed in plain view for Romello to see.
Romello glanced at the timer’s display, noting that it was set for sixty minutes..
That meant the first twenty minutes did not count.
The torture was deliberate!
Romello chuckled, his arms trembling lightly.
After doing over five hundred push–ups, his arms were already weak from exhaustion He adjusted his breathing and gritted his teeth, determined to endure the torment.
The prospect of being suspended from duty if any of the books fell was unacceptable.
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Such a scandal would tarnish his reputation and affect the stock market of the Nicholls
Group.
The hour dragged on, feeling like an eternity to Romello,
He could only stare at the countdown timer, silently enduring the ordeal.
His arms felt like they were about to break off, and his legs trembled uncontrollably. Romello was drenched in sweat, resembling someone who had just taken a shower,
