"I've told you a hundred times, Steven. You're not a tour guide."
Under his supervisor Donna's scolding, Steven quietly put the box in his hands back on the table and lowered his head.
"Steven, Donna," he said softly. "I'm actually... Steven... I've told you lots of times too. My name..."
Steven helplessly pointed at the name on his badge, but Donna merely rolled her eyes in disdain.
"No, you're useless. Or you could just do your actual job and sell these to the children."
Donna raised a finger and pointed at the pile of souvenirs and snacks on Steven's table.
Knowing he was in the wrong, Steven didn't want to earn the label of useless, so he could only answer weakly:
"All right."
Once Donna had left, he looked dejectedly at the pile of things on his table. How long would it take to sell all this?
Selling snacks to children in a museum-what genius had come up with that brilliant idea? Those little kids certainly wouldn't follow the rules. No wonder they found different surprises inside the pyramid model on display every day.
"Mr. Steven."
Hearing someone call his name, Steven looked up and noticed two of the children he had met earlier.
"Oh! Sorry."
He gave the two children an embarrassed smile. "I'm afraid I won't be able to share any more interesting stories with you today."
"I still have to... uh... get rid of these..."
Steven picked up a bag of grape-flavored hard candy from the table and waved it at them.
"Oh! Paimon and the Traveler were the ones who kept you from your work, Mr. Steven. You don't need to apologize."
The little girl's considerate words warmed Steven's heart.
"Hmm, it looks like you have lots of interesting souvenirs here, Mr. Steven." Lin Ze's gaze