I Can See Overtime Pay

In the office building, I am the most inconspicuous intern. When the boss paints a rosy picture, I smell a faint demonic aura on him. After a colleague dies from overwork, he is refined into a mass-producible worker doll. I look at the extra "overtime compensation" in my account and silently open my third eye—turns out, besides me, no one in the company is alive.