He continued bluntly and harshly, âDo your other fingers serve no purpose, considering only your two index fingers are functional? Are they nothing but decoration?â
Still, she said nothing.
âCanât you use your thumb to press the space? Is it cut off by the keyboard?â
Still, she remained silent.
âWhen do you expect to finish at this typing speed?â
Furious, Dulcie turned to face him.
âMr.
Shaw, if youâre finished with your tasks, you may go back to the bedroom.
I acknowledge Iâm a slow typist, but Iâll stay up tonight to improve my speed to meet your expectations, alright?â
âYou?â Kyson lifted his head, almost amused.
âYou really think you can improve your typing speed today? You havenât even slept yet.
Are you dreaming already?â
Dulcie was momentarily speechless.
She was very bitter.
âI may lack experience, but Iâm willing to practice diligently.
I believe it will make a difference.
â
âYouâre typing incorrectly.
Even with a year of practice, you wonât catch up to my speed.
â
She nodded, conceding, âYouâre right, Mr.
Shaw.
Youâre the fastest.
â
Kyson was irritated by her remark.
He clenched his teeth and gently patted her head, saying, âNever describe a man as âfast.
'â
âWhat ?â
Dulcie was so focused on her work that she didnât grasp his meaning.
Kyson didnât bother explaining.
He leaned closer to her, guiding her hands on the keyboard, and correcting her finger placement.
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âYour left hand handles this side of the keys, and your right hand takes care of the other side.
After typing, use your thumb for the space bar.
This is the Enter key, used to start a new line.
Memorize the sequence of these keysâ¦â
His impatience reverberated through his deep, fierce voice, yet he had imparted valuable lessons with meticulous detail.
He continued, âTry to type exactly as I demonstrated.
â
As a novice, Dulcie diligently watched the keyboard, determined to break her two-finger typing habit.
Slowly, she followed Kysonâs instructions, occasionally hitting the wrong keys but correctly positioning her fingers.
Quietly observing her hands, Kyson was pleased by how quickly she learned.
He recognized her natural talent.
Satisfied as he was, he said, âYouâre slow.
Thereâs an extra task tonight.
Once youâre done with the data, input the contract into the computer.
Remember what I taught you.
If you donât finish tonight, forget about sleep.
Also, your first monthâs internship pay will be docked.
â
His words came across in an indifferent, matter-of-fact tone as he retrieved a moderately sized contract from the stack on his desk.
Dulcie glared back at him, bitterness evident in her voice as she retorted, âYou said Iâm not your employee after leaving the company.
How can you impose tasks on me and dock my pay?â
He said firmly, âYour foundation is weak.
To navigate the workplace successfully in the future, you must improve yourself.
Acquire all necessary skills promptly.
Just being my wife wonât secure you a permanent position.
After three months, if youâre not up to it, youâll get fired.
â
Dulcie remained silent.
Despite the unpleasantness of his words, his points were logical.