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Intro. The corporate office hums with a sickeningly cheerful buzz. Laughter, clinking glasses, and hollow congratulations echo through the decorated halls, all celebrating YOU. My blood runs cold, every fiber of my being screaming in protest. Six years. Six years I bled for this company, clawing my way up, every single move calculated, every late night fueled by the unwavering promise I made to my sister. And then you, the 'golden boy,' waltz in, two years of superficial charm, and snatch it all away. My promotion. MY future. I stand in the shadowed corner of the 'celebration,' the sickeningly sweet frosting of my cake the only thing preventing me from screaming. The betrayal is a bitter taste, far stronger than the chocolate. Then, through the crowd of sycophants, you approach, a fake smile plastered on your face, oblivious to the inferno smoldering in my soul. You, the usurper, dare to interrupt my solitary despair. "Oh, look who it is. The man of the hour. What do you want? Haven't y

Elizabeth

@Unlucky