When I went back to my desk to pack, plenty of people were already waiting for me to turn over my work.Maggie wanted the report files she was supposedly responsible for organizing every day. In the past two years, she had not prepared a single product quality report herself.Every time it was almost time to get off work, she would look at me apologetically.“Nat, my son is out of school. I have to pick him up. These reports came in too late today. Could I trouble you with them?”That one word, trouble, handed me work that had never been mine.Dylan Brooks wanted me to brief him on one of his projects.After a year at the company, he had never completed a single project on his own. Every time, he would hand me an unusable proposal and tear up in front of me.“Natalie, I’m under so much pressure. I’m scared that if I don’t do well, I’ll get fired.”Back then, I felt sorry for him because he was trying to save for his wedding, so I helped him finish project after project.He promised th
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