As the morning sun peered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room, Amelia stirred from her slumber. Stretching her arms and letting out a sleepy yawn, she reluctantly climbed out of bed, knowing she had a busy day ahead.
Amelia was an aspiring writer, constantly juggling multiple projects. Today, however, she found herself in a predicament. The USB drive containing all her work had vanished into thin air. Panic surged through her veins as she searched frantically through drawers, under pillows, and beneath stacks of papers.
Her mind raced with the possibility of someone finding her work and passing it off as their own. The mere thought of her carefully crafted stories and dreams becoming a stolen masterpiece caused a knot to tighten in her stomach. With determination burning in her eyes.
Fuck this manager, why does he hate me so much? Amila said as she just hanged up a call she received from the assistant manager, saying she has been suspended for losing her USB drive and she can only resume when the USB is found.
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Unintentional love
RomanceFuck this manager, why does he hate me so much? Amila said as she just hanged up a call she received from the assistant manager.
