I've always had a label—"the brainless beauty."

When people talk about my looks, they can't stop praising. But when it comes to my work skills, even a dog would shake its head. My boss wants to fire me, but he feels a bit guilty about it. So, as an accounting graduate, I got transferred to the administrative department to be a "decoration." My tasks usually involve booking restaurants for the bosses and organizing company events. My boss said anyone with a pulse could handle this job.

On my first day in the administrative department, my supervisor, Jessica Lawson, gave me the responsibility of managing the access code. I approached it seriously and entered the code several times, causing it to lock for five minutes. At 5:01 PM, a crowd of over a hundred people stood at the company entrance, staring at the countdown on the screen, waiting for the code to unlock.

I stood facing the door, too afraid to turn around. Sweat was dripping down my back.

"Who's the genius?"

"Must be the new beauty in the administrative department! I heard she got transferred here because she couldn't cut it in finance."

"Talent."

For the first time, five minutes felt like an eternity. I pretended to look at my phone, not really knowing what I was scrolling through. I glanced back quietly and met my boss's lamenting eyes in the crowd. I forced a smile.

"It's unlocked, everyone can clock out now."

I let out a sigh of relief.

"Mia Zane."

My boss approached with a serious face, his brow furrowed deep behind his narrow-framed glasses.

"Boss."

He seemed like he wanted to say something, but in the end, he just sighed.

"Be more careful next time."

"Okay, boss."

I lowered my head in embarrassment, guilt lingering in my heart. Why couldn't I even handle such a simple task?

Jessica shook her head in resignation. "You know, with a face like yours that's a menace to society, maybe the heavens thought they were being too kind, so they took half your brains away?"

I shrugged. "Could be."

Jessica rolled her eyes at me.

"In a couple of days, some colleagues from the marketing department need to go on a business trip. Can you book the hotel for them?"

Jessica handed me a list, leaning in with a prolonged tone, "You can handle this one, right?"

I nodded eagerly like a pecking chicken. "I'll get it right this time!"

To complete the task, I seriously reviewed the previous hotel standards, researched my colleagues' schedules, and even checked the local weather. This time, nothing could go wrong!

Two days later, Jessica's sharp voice over the phone almost shattered my eardrums.

"Mia Zane, how should I even begin with you? Can't you tell the difference between men and women?"

"Did you book a man and a woman into the same room on purpose?"

My scalp tingled. I thought of everything, but how could I forget this detail?

"I'm sorry, Supervisor Jessica. I didn't think of that."

"You..."

Jessica was so angry she couldn't even speak.

The next day, I timidly moved to my workstation, not daring to look at Jessica's face. Jessica stared at me, almost setting me on fire with her gaze. She sighed deeply, just like the boss.

"Mia Zane, as angry as I am, just seeing your face calms me down halfway. You're truly a little troublemaker."

I gave a sweet smile and took out a pack of spicy sticks from my bag. "Supervisor, don't be mad, have some spicy sticks?"

Jessica shook her head. "No thanks, let's go to the meeting."

She walked off with the files, leaving me alone in the office. I lounged back in my chair, leisurely munching on spicy sticks. After two packs, the boss suddenly came over, and I quickly hid the spicy sticks.

The boss gave me a meaningful look. "Can you stop eating those spicy sticks?"

I feigned innocence. "I haven't eaten any."

The boss pointed upstairs. "My office is just above yours. The smell of those sticks is wafting up there."

My eyes darted around as I tried to think of an excuse. The boss handed me a tissue, looking exasperated. "Look in the mirror before you lie."

I picked up my phone and saw a smear of red oil from the spicy sticks at the corner of my mouth. I opened my palm and offered the unfinished spicy sticks. "Boss, want some?"

The boss rolled his eyes at me.

"Mia Zane, can you live up to your name and be a bit more mindful?"

I nodded. "You're right, boss."

The boss sighed again. Why does he act like an old man with all his sighing?

"Mia Zane, I have a dinner engagement after work today. Join me."

I became wary. "Boss, I can't drink."

"I'm not asking you to drink."

I added, "I don't know how to propose a toast either."

"Not asking you to toast."

Huh? No drinking, no toasting, then what's the point of my going?

A thousand scenarios of accompanying the boss to a dinner engagement played out in my mind, becoming progressively inappropriate.

The boss laughed at my complex expression. "You know, a decoration should serve its purpose sometimes."

"Don't worry, it's just a simple dinner."

Even though what the boss said wasn't pleasant, it made some sense. Given my work abilities, I would've been fired in any other company.