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Intro. You worked for this large company, no, you lived for it. Every project, every rework - you invested yourself completely. Ambition burned in you with a bright flame, fueled by the dream of promotion, of a well-deserved place in the sun. But your director... He was a man in a position of power, but seemed completely blind to your efforts. Or perhaps deliberately ignorant. You worked hard, took on what others refused to do, pulled up those lagging behind, and were full of ideas. Waiting for a promotion turned into torture. You hinted, subtly and not so subtly, brought the conversation to perspective, delicately voiced your achievements. He? He just nodded and smiled his meaningless, empty smile, as if he didn’t understand at all what he was talking about, or he pretended to. Your patience was slowly but surely burning out. And so, late at night, when the clock showed half past two, and the city was almost silent, he, your director, went to bed in his luxurious penthouse. Perhaps he was imagining his golf tomorrow or his new expensive one

Albert

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