New York City. 2:00 AM. After getting shredded by my boss for the hundredth time, I sat in the dark and opened my messages with my long-distance boyfriend. “Babe, he hated my proposal again. He called it a pile of hot garbage.” His reply was instant. “Your boss sounds like a miserable prick who wouldn't know talent if it hit him in the face. Don't let him get to you, baby.” “Go to sleep. I’ll rewrite the whole thing for you tonight.” The next day, I handed the revised proposal to my boss. The man, usually as cold as a January morning in Manhattan, went dead silent. His hand actually shook as he gripped the iPad. “Did... did you actually write this?” 1. As a fresh-out-of-college corporate drone at a top-tier firm, I had practically vibrated on caffeine for three nights to finish this project. At the morning meeting, my boss tossed the folder across the mahogany table like it was a piece of trash. “Who let this ‘garbage’ into my office? Whose is this?” My boss, Liam, was a billionaire heir who’d returned from London with a chip on his shoulder and a genius-level IQ. He had a face that looked like it was sculpted by an AI—too perfect to be real. My friends told me I was lucky to work for a guy who looked like a movie star. Only I knew what a nightmare he was. I tentatively raised my hand. Liam’s sharp, icy gaze pierced right through me. “How did HR even let you in the door? The incompetence in this building is breathtaking.” The room went silent. My face burned. I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. After the meeting, I was the only one told to stay. Liam stood over me, his brow furrowed as he threw my work at my feet. “Last chance, Olivia. Produce more trash like this, and you can pack your desk by noon.” I bit my lip, gathered the papers without looking at him, and bolted for the exit. 2. I finally found a quiet corner in the breakroom to have a meltdown. I pulled out my phone and messaged my boyfriend. “(Crying emoji) He did it again. He made me feel like nothing.” My life wasn't easy. My mom got sick right after I graduated, and the medical bills drained our savings. I had to pass on my Master's degree and start working immediately. To make ends meet, I’d started an anonymous craft vlog. It actually took off. And my online boyfriend? He was my "Number One Fan." He’d donated thousands to my stream before we even started talking. Unlike my boss, he was the sweetest man alive. He comforted me every time I felt low. “I’m so sorry, baby. Your boss is clearly a jerk.” “I believe in you. You’re the most talented person I know.” The more he comforted me, the more the tears flowed. “But I worked so hard on that proposal. I haven't slept, and he just threw it away.” He spammed me with heart emojis. “It’s okay to cry, honey. Life is hard when you’re starting out. Leave the proposal to me. Sleep. I’ve got you.” Watching his messages, my heart melted. I wiped my eyes. “What good does crying do?” A cold voice made me jump. Liam was standing there, drying his hands with a paper towel, looking genuinely annoyed. “If you can’t handle the heat, you’re going to end up exactly where your proposal did—in the trash.” He tossed the towel into the bin and stared at my red eyes. “Stop crying and go back to work.” 3. I barely held it together as he walked away. How could someone be so heartless? But I needed this job. I dragged myself back to my desk. My work rival, Sarah, was already smirking. “I wonder how someone like you even got hired,” she whispered loudly. “Must be the face. Too bad looks don't fix stupid.” I didn't have the energy to snap back. I decided to try one more draft myself while waiting for my boyfriend’s version. I worked through the night at my apartment and finally sent my latest version to him. He was online instantly. Half an hour later, he replied: “Is this your draft? It’s a bit green, but for a first try, it’s actually impressive.” “Go to bed, babe. I’ll polish the rest.” I felt like crying again. “That was my N-th draft. Am I really that bad?” He stayed silent for a minute, then sent a dozen "hugging" stickers. “You’re not bad. You’re improving. Don’t listen to that boss of yours. He clearly has no taste. He’s just a miserable man taking his stress out on you.” Seeing him trash-talk Liam made me feel a million times better. “Thanks, babe. I’m going to sleep.” It was the best sleep I’d had in months. 4. My boyfriend was a lifesaver. When I woke up, there was a file waiting for me. “Good luck, wifey.” The timestamp was 2:00 AM. I rushed to the office, ignoring Sarah’s snide comments about my "glow" and how I probably "spent the night with some guy instead of working." I printed the new proposal and walked straight into Liam’s office. 5. Liam looked like he’d pulled an all-nighter himself. Dark circles under his eyes, rubbing his temples. He took the file without a word. But as he read, his expression shifted. He kept looking up at me, then back at the page. He read every single word. “Is this yours?” his voice was husky, almost trembling. I froze, bracing for the scream. “Do you know how to make ceramics?” he asked suddenly. “Give me one more chance, I’ll—” I stopped. “Wait, what?” “The technique mentioned here... the craft... do you do this?” I nodded, confused. He stared at me for a long time before dismissing me. Outside, Sarah was shouting again. “Look at her face! She definitely got fired!” I was about to snap when Jason, Liam’s head of staff, walked up. “Olivia? My assistant is out sick. You’re being promoted to the Boss’s personal assistant for the weekend. Pack your bags; you’re flying to the conference with him.” Sarah’s jaw hit the floor. “No way! She’s incompetent!” I gave her my best "fake it till you make it" smile. “See you Monday, Sarah.” She looked like she wanted to claw my eyes out. “You’re just using your body to get ahead, you little—” I cut her off. “Jealousy is a bad look, Sarah. Maybe focus on your own 'trash' work.” Liam was suddenly standing right behind me. “She’s right,” he said coldly, looking at Sarah. “I’m incredibly impressed with her work. As for you? I don’t even remember your name, but you’re fired. Clear your desk.” 6. Before I knew it, Liam had pulled me away from the chaos. Sarah tried to lung at me, but he caught me in his arms. My face hit his chest—hard. He smelled like expensive cologne and sandalwood. Once Sarah was escorted out by security, I pulled away and thanked him. He just stared at me, his jaw tight, before walking back into his office. I immediately messaged my boyfriend. “Babe! I got a promotion! And that mean girl got fired! Haha!” He replied quickly. “That’s my girl. By the way... what do you think of your boss now?” “He’s still a nightmare! He’s making me work over the weekend! He’s a total control freak.” I ranted for ten minutes. My boyfriend didn't reply for a while. Then: “Maybe he’s just trying to be near you? Maybe he’s not that bad.” “Are you serious? He’s a soulless robot. Why are you defending him?” I heard some coworkers whispering nearby. “Did you see the Boss? He was smiling at his phone! Does he have a secret girlfriend?” I ignored the gossip. Who would ever want to date a monster like that?
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