Hard work doesn't always dictate success. What decisions are right when your reality is blurred? What would you do if you had to make a difficult decision? Which side of the coin is actually right?
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Dear Diary, I think this is how you start it, right?
Well, what about me, my name is Susie Scanterberry. I like expensive things, designer wear, of course, and my dream is to become a successful woman.
Dear Diary, will I ever get a wonderful job? I am tired of working for people that can't see my potential.
Dear diary, I met a lady today on a train. She was accompanied with a young reserved boy. She said I had lots of potential and to never push away my pride it will take me far. It seemed like a coincidence, but I am not so certain. It may have been fate, she called herself Lilith.
My destiny lay with him, she said.
Dear Diary, I started to work at this amazing place, whoever thought that Domenic the one on TV would be my personal boss. Of course, I am one of the best workers at my job. So there is no one better for this job than me.
What's cool about him is that he lets me call him by the first name. He totally doesn't care about my sense of fashion style either. Also, I met Robert, he is alright, I guess, but he wouldn't stop kissing Domenic's ass or telling him how amazing he is. That guy has no sense of pride.
The way he looks at me, I think he is into me. He is cute, though.
Also note coffee for Domenic makes him happy and less likely to notice me slacking off.
Dear Diary, To believe the nerve of that front desk manager and that she would try to make me look bad. I will show her. Just she wait, when I threaten to have her fired.
By the way, Robert and I had dinner—It was a total let down. He clearly doesn't understand a sophisticated girl such as myself. I guess that is to be expected from a man with his mindset. If it wasn't for the food, I would have been bored to death.
Finally, after months of planning and careful politicking, there are no more monthly staff cuts. Domenic has created the first company to do this. It's crazy how all the other companies want to follow suit now or claim to want to do it—it's unheard of.
Dear diary, I have come to realize that Domenic doesn't know anything about this work. Then again, the man at the top doesn't have to concern himself with this grunt work. Especially when faced with so many awful proposals. The ones Robert propose, I swear sometimes that he is a ten-year-old boy; I promise to place better ones on his desk. Domenic always seems to be preoccupied by something else. What does he see when he looks out that window? I heard like me, he started from humbling beginnings. How do I become as great as this man?
Dear Diary, Domenic's face is literally trending. Its everywhere, on every internet site, news and buildings. They might even give him a noble prize soon.
I have to finish that project on the Cassis. Robert said he knew how they were making all of their money and that a lot of it came illegally. Connection to organized crime, it seems. (note to look into Manchive) They are the biggest competition to us and are pro AI, they hardly have any staff working for them. Crazy, a man like him must be stopped, only Mr Domenic would be able to do it.
Dear Diary, Robert just can't seem to take a hint that he is no longer wanted. I have to play along because I told Domenic we were working together. Now his usefulness is soon going to be up once we are done with this planning. I am already dreading this next dinner that I can't say no to.
Dear Diary, today is the day that I get that front desk manager and shame her for good, let you know how that goes.
There was a smile as she looked at the note. Her hand moved quickly as she scribbled in the last entry.
Dear Diary, I am dead.
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