STACY “You’re fired.” The words cut through the office like a knife on paper. I blinked thrice in a row, astonished. “Sorry?” My boss relaxed back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest, staring bleakly at me with those brown eyes of his. “You heard me.” “I'm fired?” I repeated, voice rough, “Why? What'd I do? Did I do something wrong?” He sighed, “Well, we've received countless reports about you.” My brows furrowed. “Countless reports? What reports?” “From your teammates.” My stomach tightened. “... What? What did they report me for?” My boss slid a folder across the desk, and then he started reading out. &ld
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