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Chapter 57: Sofia Volkov

A violent tremor has my hand flexing, on the verge of popping a vein with how heavy I am flexing it. Resisting the urge to slam my trembling fists onto my keyboard as I stare back at the email.

Good Evening Sofia,

Unfortunately employees that have not been here for more than a year are not permitted to pitch an idea.

Eliane.

Bullshit.

These snakes are all about integrating new employees into their systems and promoting the ideas of the youth.

I however have found myself on the end of blatant ignorance because of my last name.

In their eyes, I am nothing more than a prissy princess who they feel high and mighty by kicking her off of her pedestal.

Obviously I know I am not the most humble person to grace this planet, however this whole experience has taught me that modesty is a lacking component in an average office worker.

However this drawback of them not wanting to see my presentation drastically pushes back my plan back.

If the entire company views me as this wilful girl then there is no way I am going to gain enough support to create a project.

Even though I am overqualified for someone my age, that does not matter to them.

This entire experience has just been a massive slap to the face.

Aside from the constant belittling because of my supposed "status," there has been a good amount of degradation from other variables.

Being the youngest of my peers and being a woman.

The lack of seriousness has given me a reality check of how depressingly our society has digressed.

A weary sigh slips from my lips as I fall back against my bed, it felt like I was moving back with my career.

Did I peak already?

Not even my supervisor has any interest in remotely hearing me out. Everything I approach her, she merely brushes me off with an excuse saying that she will look back on it later.

Spoiler, Eliane has the time to do literally anything but spare a glance at me.

At this pace, there is no way I am going to make any progress.

Disappointed with the outcome of my hard work, my back hits the mattress as I feel pressure relieve down onto my back as I slightly bounce on it.

Apparently four years of sweat and tears equate for pretty much nothing.

For me, I had always been proud of my ambition. Being compared on my father with that regard, I was told that with the drive I withheld I could pretty much run for president.

Now? I felt like I was fizzing out.

While Dad was a realist, he encouraged the idea of taking risks. That nothing good would build if I remained hidden in the corner with a safety blanket draped over me.

My hands grabbed that notion and pocketed it for the future. With my chin held high, I promoted myself to do anything I could.

Even foolishly decide that serving revenge on a cold platter would succeed in any shape or form.

The defeat within me ached my bones, and there was still too much for me to do before I could call it a night.

In no way was I done packing for Eldora.