Vengeance Meets Love

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reduce the sound, but it seemed that the more I tried, the worse it became. I looked to my left and then to my right to see if anyone thought I was odd, but all I could see were smiling faces that l

I must be confident about this; I must get this job; failure is not an option. This was supposed to be the threshold

n. She was so sarcastic—or should I even say she was cynical—that I could see the skepticism in her

he knew that I wish to disembowel her boss." so I tho

ne which was definitely not good; I was not here to work,

ther meet with you here." So she said to me still in that annoying manner, and in that cursed smile of

e who was tense; it seemed like everyone was. The executives darted back and forth, and it was alm

ad lost its way. I see that I don't really have to do much.

this. I would gladly be the catalyst for the

a, and his commanding presence filled the room. He was not the smiling type, and when I saw him, I almost lost my c

ithin me. I had to be confident, or at least I had to appear to be confident. I can't affo

were piercing. He was the embodiment of power and the symbol of everything that I despised. He almost tempered my confidence with those sharp, searching eyes o

d. I would play his game, and I would win. Whatever game he brings

"I believe that I can be a valuable asset to this company. "I have the skills, the knowledge, an

ws arching in curiosity. He was definite

e looked very interested in wh

could say, "Your right-hand man," just as our society will like to put it. "

for his response. I was scared he would reject my offer, but I prayed in my heart and had faith that he would have to accept it. Well, it was not like I left him with any options; I used a tip I got from the famous book written by Robert Greene, "48 Law

son of a bi

sounded almost like he had forgotten my name. Well, I won't be surp

my plan had begun. The first step towa