I went back to the dormitory of the mall staff, prepared to find a way to rent a small house after I received my salary for that month.
My manager was surprised to learn that I had returned to the staff dormitory. Immediately, he prepared the best dormitory for me to stay in alone. Despite my repeated refusal, he insisted so I relented in the end.
I seemed to have returned to my previous life. The only difference was that my work had become much easier; I practically had the freedom to choose what to do. If the information desk was short of staff, I could help them out. If there was not much to do, I would assist the management affairs in the office.
That morning, since my colleague had an urgent matter to attend to, I was stationed at the counter. During my shift, a middle-aged man don
