Wilbur sat down, pushing his sses up as he waited.


    A few minutester, Yance finished sorting through his files. He made himself a cup of tea, taking a sip before turning to Wilbur atst.


    Wilbur hurried to bow.


    Yance shed a smile of satisfaction. "Your results are brilliant, and even the president of our hospital put in a good word for you."


    "I''m deeply thankful to both of you," Wilbur said with another bow.


    Yance''s words took a sharp turn after that. "It''s just that we don''t have any open internship slots, so you''ll be assigned to housekeeping for the time being. How''s that?"


    Wilbur frowned. "Sir, I''m a medical student. I don''t think putting me in housekeeping is the best idea, isn''t it?"


    What was Wilbur supposed to do in housekeeping? Clean his way up the ranks?


    Yance let out a cough. "I''m sorry, but our internshipbs are full for now. We''ll be sure to reassign you eventually."


    He picked up his cup of tea, smirking at Wilbur.


    This medical student must be out of his mind thinking he would be able to start at thebs the second he got here.


    Wilbur frowned. "Mister Hoover, shouldn''t I be a medical intern at the very least? Please assign a mentor to me. I''m not fit for housekeeping at all."


    Yance snorted at him. It was important to teach these new students a lesson that the world was far from what they thought it was, and there were rules in ce for a reason. On top of that, people like Yance were in charge of these rules.


    Wilbur''s expression darkened as well. "I''m not going to housekeeping. You''ve employed me already and should thus assign me the internship I was hired for."


    "I''ll tell you again. All our internship slots are full." Yance himself was getting a little annoyed. How dare this nobody talk back to him.


    Wilbur eventually understood that Yance was abusing his power here to bear down on him.


    By logic, Wilbur should just keep his head down and then eventually give this guy a taste of his own medicine. Wilbur would then be reassigned to a slot eventually.


    But he did not have that much time to go through all of that.


    After thinking it through, Wilbur got to his feet and strode up to Yance''s desk with a smile. "You''re making things a little hard for me here, Mister Hoover."


    "What did you just say?" Yance was furious, flying to his feet as he glowered at Wilbur.


    Wilbur smirked. "I applied for an internship position, but you''re assigning me to housekeeping. What else are you supposed to call that, huh?"


    "F*ck you! Get out of my office!" Yance was furious. He had never met a new hire quite like this one.


    Only for his words to not sway Wilbur at all.


    Wilbur''s expression darkened. He grabbed Yance by the shirt with his left hand, using the other hand tond a few ps on Yance''s face.


    The ps rang crisp and clear through the air, even audible outside the office. Wilbur let go of Yance after that, and he fell onto his chair at once.


    Wilbur pped his hands. "Get me in the department I should be in, or I''ll beat you to death."


    A few minutes ticked by before Yance finally realized what was happening. He took a deep breath, before yelling at the top of his lungs like a feral beast, "Security, security! Get this piece of shit for me!"


    The doors of the office flew open, and the files Yuna was holding scattered all over the floor as she stared at Yance''s swollen face.