After Being Killed by My Poisonous Cousin, I'm Reborn

Without the burden of her hitching rides, I no longer had to worry about being late for work.

Without Mary's slacking off and dragging down the entire team's progress, I didn't have to deal with colleagues' subtle complaints.

I no longer had to worry about my precious bags and beautiful clothes being taken and worn without permission.

I felt a great sense of relief.

However, just a few days after enjoying this newfound freedom, HR informed me that they had hired a new assistant for me.

When I saw who it was, I almost choked. It was Mary!

Why is she here again?

I already analyzed the pros and cons with my mom. Given that it concerns her interests, she usually listens to me.

And she didn't even notify me.

I was still puzzled when Mary saw me too, and immediately showed a look of surprise.

"Connie, you're the supervisor? That's wonderful!"

I breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't even know I was the supervisor, so it seems she didn't get this job through our family connections.

Then it doesn't matter.

I immediately put on a righteous expression to interrupt her. "What's so wonderful? Are you here to work or to socialize? Call me 'Supervisor.'"

Seeing that I didn't hold back, Mary looked unhappy, but she still reluctantly called me "Supervisor" with a pout.

I continued. "And don't think you can slack off just because you're with me. You have to do all the work that's required. Like I said before, you're here to work."

Mary's face looked even worse. The initial joy she felt upon learning I was the supervisor vanished completely.

Good, that's exactly the effect I wanted. I need to set boundaries early, so there won't be endless troubles later.

In my past life, I suffered because of being too kind to her, which in turn was cruel to myself.

In this life, I'm living for myself. I don't care whose daughter she is; she won't take advantage of me.