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When I woke up again, I was in a hospital bed.
My throat was hoarse, but my face wasn’t scarred, and my stomach wasn’t bandaged.
Only then did I feel a little relieved.
As I wondered what to do next, the hospital room door was kicked open.
“Don’t play dumb, Lynn! I didn’t know that you would fake an illness to slack off and give your work to Zoe!”
“Get back to the office and keep the client happy, or I’m firing you!”
Itiwa’s Simon, my boss.
We’d grown up together. To thank me for taking care of his grandma when he was in college, I’d followed him into this business right after I graduated. During the company’s development, Simon wasn’t good at management and faced many setbacks. Whether it was a lack of funds or contacts, I was the one who begged people and saved the company.
He had promised me countless times that when the company grew, he would give me a promotion, a raise,
But ten years had passed.
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and help me buy back the house I’d sold.
