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Chapter 5

Author: Fortune Wells
Besides, a top-tier company like this would never hire someone like me, a third-rate college graduate. They would most likely just use me to boost their performance metrics.

I turned off my phone and went back to putting on my pajamas. Just as I was about to order takeout, my phone rang. It was the delivery person. “Miss, could you come down and pick up your package? It’s here!”

“Just leave it at the parcel station!”

“The parcel station isn’t open today!”

I furrowed my brow. “Didn’t you say
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