Katlyn “Reject it!”I didn’t even look up from the tablet. I paused, then continued.“It’s a collaboration request from—”“Reject it.”I inhaled slowly through my nose, already feeling the headache brewing behind my eyes. “Sir, this is the third partnership proposal from the textile conglomerate in Zurich,” I said, clutching the leather-bound tablet to my chest. “They’re offering a forty-percent stake in—”“I said reject it, Katlyn.” The words came out in a clipped, rapid-fire tone, followed by a sharp, shallow breath as if he were suppressing a groan.My pen paused mid-air. For a second, I considered stabbing the paper. Or him.Instead, I smiled tightly. “Noted.”“Next.”I felt my eyes twitch. It was only 4:15 PM, but the usual corporate hum of the building had shifted into a frantic, hushed energy. Outside the glass doors, I could see staff moving in a blurred rush, desperate to clear their desks before the deadline. “Right. And the interview request from Global Finance? They’ve be
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