At six o'clock in the evening, Chairman LELE pushed open the door. The heels of her boots made a rapid and crisp sound on the floor.

"Housekeeper!" she called out. Her voice echoed in the empty living room.

There was no response.

LELE frowned, her gaze sweeping the room - the floor was dirty, as if it hadn't been cleaned.

"Housekeeper!" she raised her voice, the rhythm of her high heels on the floor becoming more angry. "I paid you a salary not to let you take a vacation here!"

Still silent.

Taking a deep breath, she began to search the room.

Lower your head.

Just behind her right boot, a l*ttle figure no more than ten centimeters tall was trying to hide in the shadows. The l*ttle figure was wearing a miniature version of the butler's uniform, holding a rag larger than his body in his hand, and his face was filled with terror.

"Housekeeper?" LELE blinked in disbelief.

The l*ttle figure nodded tremulously.

In an instant, all the fatigue and irritability found an outlet. On LELE's delicate face, a mixture of anger and some strange excitement appeared. She slowly lifted her right foot, the bl*ck sole of the boot shining with a cold and hard luster in the light.

"Did I hire you to enjoy it?" her voice was low and dangerous, each word like an ice pick piercing through. "Then why did I need you?"

L*ttle John tried to escape, but LELE's boots had already fallen - not trampling, but precisely trapping him in the narrow space formed by the edge of the shoe sole and the floor. He could smell leather, melted snow, and a faint hint of perfume, all mingling into an oppressive and atmosphere.

"It seems," LELE said slowly, her voice filled with a kind of cat-and-mouse-like pleasure, "I need to give you a good punishment."

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The first stamping came suddenly and violently.

LELE didn't step directly on l*ttle John. Instead, she used the tip of her boot to flip him over, and then pressed down on his chest with the side of her shoe. The leather texture seeped through the thin but fine steward's uniform and left its mark on his fragile body. He struggled, but the disparity in strength was like that of an ant against a human.

"Dirty house," LELE said, applying pressure as she spoke, "Dirty steward."

She lifted her foot, giving l*ttle John a second to catch his breath, and then dropped it again - this time with the heel, precisely crushing his left leg. L*ttle John let out a faint cry, but to LELE, that was just a slight squeak.

"You know, John," she said, using the sole of her shoe to press down on l*ttle John again and again in a chatty tone, "The person I'm negotiating with today, that arrogant German guy, he's like you - thinking he's important, but in reality, insignificant."

The heel lifted, aiming at l*ttle John's abdomen.

"I'll make him understand his place," LELE said with a smile, and the heel dropped.

For the next ten minutes, LELE systematically and methodically "educated" her steward with her boots. She kicked him to the corner and poked him with th

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