I hate him. I hate the way he looks down on me in meetings like I'm nothing. I hate his voice ,like he owns the whole damn office. I hate the way he looks. Perfect suit, perfect jaw, perfect everything. I hate that he got it all. The promotion, corner office, everyone's attention. I hate that he got mine too. I hate that I notice him the second he walks in, from across the floor. I hate that I can smell him when he passes. I hate that I can feel his presence behind me before he even speaks. Most of all, I hate that he is all I want, all I need.
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