Chapter 947: Silent War (big chapter seeking monthly ticket)
"Finally finished."
After typing the last word, Inie looked up, leaned back in her office chair, and stretched comfortably.
Her gaze swept over the few colleagues around the small office who were still buried in their work.
This cramped large office, the shabby desks, the computers brought in by the employees themselves, and the little office in the corner partitioned off for the Boss, who was also the Editor-in-Chief, were the entirety of this small newspaper's workspace.
Of all the colleagues here, only two or three of the older ones were full-time employees. The rest, like Inie, were interns.
Normally, a company would not have so many interns.
Everyone knew the truth: the Boss hired so many interns only because he wanted people who would do the most work for the lowest pay.
Once the internship ended, they either accepted the Boss's pay-cut demand and became full-time employees at pitifully low wages, like those few "full-time employees."
Or they were fired by the Boss for being unable to handle the job, after which he went back to the market and lured in new interns with promises of high salaries.
By the end of her first month here, Inie had already learned the trick through her colleagues' "sharing."
But she had no choice. Even an internship job with such meager pay was extraordinarily difficult to find now. She could not afford to lose it.
Many of the "colleagues" in this office had stayed for the same reason. Some had even "voluntarily" extended their internships.
In fact, because her parents still had some ability to support her and she did not carry excessive credit card debt, her situation was better than that of many of her colleagues.
From what she knew, many of