Ninth class citizen

Chapter 366 Wendy's Internship

“But Ms. Gracey, I really didn’t hear your voice.” Wendy’s face was pale as she tried to explain in vain.

Judith is a well-known women's clothing brand on the planet Hilo, known for its elegant designs. However, the materials used in its clothing are not particularly sophisticated and lack features such as waterproofing and stain resistance.

However, the prices are notoriously high; a simple outfit can cost thousands or even tens of thousands of dollars.

It's a price that Wendy can't afford right now.

She had previously earned over 100,000 yuan with Nan Rong's help, but she had already spent it all when she got the internship by doing favors.

During her internship, she worked as a general helper for several gene optimization specialists at the institute, keeping her so busy that she had no time to earn money.

Of course, among the many odd jobs she was responsible for was purifying the original solution for the employed gene optimization specialists.

This kind of thing is perfectly normal at the genetic research institute. Wendy not only couldn't keep even a single vial of the original solution for herself, but she also had to face accusations about its low purity.

So she lived in dire straits during this time, relying on cheap energy bars to stave off hunger.

Fortunately, the internship will end in less than a month.

She knew very well that without any connections, she could not stay at the genetic research institute, whether in Burgen or any other federal government genetic research institution.

However, this internship experience will help her increase her value when applying for other private research institutes in the future.

Therefore, no matter what, she cannot afford any mistakes during this final period; she must obtain an excellent internship evaluation.

Wendy's eyes slowly reddened, and tears welled up, making her look incredibly pitiful.

"Don't call me teacher, and don't put on airs in front of me," Grace said with disgust. "I know you can't afford to pay for the clothes, so charging only for coffee and dry cleaning isn't unreasonable, is it?"

Wendy immediately stopped crying and smiled: "Thank you for your kindness, Ms. Gracie."

Before she could finish speaking, she received the bill from the other party, and her smile vanished in an instant.

"Taiwanese Golden Coffee, 2000 coen per cup. Laundry cleaning fee, 5000 coen per session?"

"What's wrong?" Grace raised an eyebrow. "You think it's expensive? That just means you're not knowledgeable enough."

Wendy shook her head, forcing back the words that were rising to her lips.

She often drank Thai Golden Coffee before her family went bankrupt; it was bittersweet and not the smell of cigarette ash on her clothes.

Even the best laundromats in Baimang City, the provincial capital, offer the highest-end fur cleaning service for only 3500 kroner per session.

But the situation is pressing, and there's no point in arguing any further at this point.

“I will pay it back,” Wendy said softly, “but I don’t have that much right now. I hope you can give me some more time.”

“One week,” Grace said with a cold laugh. “If you don’t see the money by then, I’ll definitely have to make an upvote on your internship evaluation.”

Wendy wiped for a long time, but couldn't get the white work clothes clean. Those large patches of brown shadows clung firmly to the work clothes, attracting the attention of many people.

Despite the attention she receives, she still has plenty of work to do.

"Why are you so late? Hurry up and go help count the materials. Can you take responsibility if the materials are late for being put into storage?" "Has yesterday's lab report been revised yet? I've drunk almost half a pot of tea and I still haven't seen you resubmit it. What kind of work attitude is this!"

"It's almost noon, and you've only purified less than twenty vials of stock solution? Making so many gene optimization specialists wait for you alone, you really have the nerve!"

"Are the nameplates in the conference room set up yet?"

"The summary table of aid drugs from the provincial hospital needs to be submitted today—I'll give you a maximum of 15 minutes!"

"These young people nowadays are really something. They can't even do this simple job properly, what kind of future do they expect!"

Wendy felt like a spinning top, so busy she was almost flying, working every millisecond, but it seemed like she wasn't doing anything well enough.

People with too many unfinished tasks naturally have no right to take a lunch break. She could only endure her hunger and shuttle back and forth between the various potion synthesis rooms, collecting and cleaning up the unused raw materials and tubes of waste liquid.

This task originally belonged to the cleaning robot, but a certain leader always felt that the old-fashioned robot did not handle things carefully enough and often caused waste, so it was naturally pushed to her.

After finally finishing her work, Wendy had only ten minutes left before lunch break ended. She breathed a sigh of relief and was about to rush to the cafeteria for a bite to eat—of course, it couldn't be anything natural; she'd be lucky to get a cup of synthetic milk and an energy bar.

But even this small expectation ultimately failed to materialize.

She received a voice message from Mr. Dylan, the third-level gene optimization specialist: "Come to the director's office. Now, immediately."

Dylan was nominally Wendy's mentor during her internship, and he did more than half of her chores—but apart from assigning tasks and making sarcastic remarks, he never offered her any help or guidance, while letting other colleagues boss her around.

The voice in the text message sounded very serious, unlike usual. And being asked to go to the director's office, a place she had never set foot in before, during her lunch break gave Wendy a bad feeling.

She quickly reviewed in her mind all the tasks Dylan had assigned her recently, and found no mistakes or omissions.

The door to the director's office was open, and there were many people standing inside and outside the compound.

As soon as Wendy walked in, she immediately attracted everyone's attention.

The gazes focused on her were filled with a variety of emotions.

Malicious, gloating, disgusted, indifferent—there was not a shred of goodwill.

Wendy's heart leaped into her throat as she timidly looked at Dylan.

The latter didn't meet her gaze, but instead turned to a well-dressed couple beside him: "That's her. Just like I said, it wasn't a problem with the medicine itself, it was entirely due to the intern's improper storage, causing the injection to spoil."

Four angry eyes were fixed on Wendy.

The woman seemed familiar. As Wendy tried to recall where she had seen her before, the woman suddenly rushed forward and raised her hand at her.

"Slap!" A heavy slap landed on Wendy's face.

Her ears were ringing, and half of her face was swollen and burning with pain.

"You little bitch~ You dared to harm my son, you're dead!" she said hatefully, and started slapping Wendy several times with both hands until both of her cheeks were swollen before her husband stopped her.

Wendy's eyes narrowed to slits, her vision blurred. She remembered where she had seen the woman and vaguely guessed what had happened.