What were the odds ?
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Getting a job at one of the most respected companies in the city felt like winning the lottery. I was supposed to be celebrating , drinking overpriced cocktails with my best friends, not yelling at some arrogant stranger with a God complex.
But there I was, arguing with a man who thought he owned the place, because apparently, basic manners weren't part of his personality.
The real shock came the next morning.
Because the same man was standing at the front of the conference room.
In a sharp suit.
With my name on his employee list.
Turns out, my new job came with a boss I already hated.
And he definitely remembered me.
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