I'm a 2-year-old girl. I work as an accountant in the company. I have to work during the day and sleep with my boss at night. I'm so tired. If I don't accompany her, she said she would fire me.

Do you exchange your body for salary? This is not good. It feels a bit like that sentence: If you are a bitch, you still have a memorial arch.

Which unit doesn't need accounting now? You can go to work anywhere, do you have to stay here? Your husband won't want you if you go down like this. I'm so old, I have to think about it. I'm halfway through college at your age. . .