I'm so exhausted... That board of directors is simply a bunch of *pe-like creatures from the St*ne Age. Next time when I have to explain why the quarterly profit growth was only 18%, I'll just flatten the entire building.

JIEMI that old guy, how dare he question my merger plan? Does he not know that I've crushed companies with higher market value than his own?

She chuckled softly and crouched down. This movement was easy for her, but for the dwarf, the entire world was pressing down on her. )

Hey, where did these l*ttle bugs come from?

Lost? Or did you come specifically to spy on my living room?

My floor is of high quality, costing more per square meter than your life. Now it's been dirtied by you.

L*ttle one, do you know what I hate the most?

It's those dirty things that shouldn't be on my territory... Garbage

Don't move. The more you move, the more steadily I can step.

These boots are new, custom-made in Italy. The designer is my friend. He said these boots are suitable for "domineering women".

Do you know how much they cost? More than all the money you've ever seen in your life. No - you l*ttle thing, you probably haven't seen money before? What do you use? Leaves? Pebbles?

Turn it over. This is much better. I can see your expression now.

Are you comfortable? Huh?

Wouldn't it be warm when stepped on? I heard that you l*ttle dwarfs live in this world merely to serve as a stepping st*ne for others. Today, I'm going to test this theory.

Oh? Do you still have the strength to resist?

Ask me? What do you want me to do? Step harder? Fine, I'll do it for you.

Hmph... It's so hot in the boots. It's all your dirty l*ttle self's fault.

I said, come here. That's more like it.

Start unzipping the right boot. The metal zipper teeth make a faint clicking sound, which is very clear in the silent living room.)

You know, I actually do pay attention to hygiene. Smell it.

I said, smell it. Remember this smell. This is a noble smell, one that you'll never be able to reach.

Throw the right boot on the carpet. There's a dull thud. )

And the other one.

Now... it's their turn. Don't be afraid. My feet are gentler than the boots. How's that? Isn't it very warm? Alas... gentleness is something for humans, not for insects. Do you know? When I was a, I stepped on cockroaches. At my grandma's house in the countryside, during summer nights, they would crawl into the kitchen. I was wearing slippers and when I stepped on them, they would break with a "pop" sound. You're a bit tougher than a cockroach! It's so boring. You can't even cry.

Getting tired of the game, remember to disappear by yourself tomorrow. If you're still there... Oh, by the way, remember to clean up the floor. Use your tongue.

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