Alila's answer left the factory director somewhat bewildered.
Supervisor?
That was practically the lowest level of management.
It did not count as a senior management position at all.
He had originally thought that even if Lady Alila wanted to be the factory manager, he could grit his teeth and agree.
After all, he could give her a nominal post that did not involve important affairs, or assign someone capable to assist her.
But he had never expected her to choose to become a supervisor.
"Lady Alila, are you sure you want to be a supervisor?"
"Yes!"
"Won't you reconsider?"
Hearing that, Alila merely shook her head.
She only wanted to be a supervisor.
As a worker, her daily life had consisted of working day after day on the workshop assembly line, assembling the mechanical parts required by the Palatine District.
During breaks, she could only follow a fixed route back to the housing assigned by the factory, with almost no personal time of her own.
It could be said that the small assembly-line workshop was her entire world.
The people she encountered every day were the supervisors who whipped and oppressed her.
A supervisor was already the best position she could imagine.
She remembered that when her father had still been alive, he had often boasted that he worked the hardest and would definitely become a supervisor someday!
But neither father nor daughter had known that management positions within the factory were basically reserved for Upper Hive residents.
Lower Hive people like them had almost no chance of ever becoming managers.
Workers were workers, and they would remain that way for their entire lives!
As an Upper Hive resident, the factory director had been born high above the rest and simply could not understand Alila's choice.
Nor did he know