Roses on Mafia
Even if I were to desire companionship, I'd rather face annihilation than be near that repugnant creature.
Returning to my desk, I passed Jessica, the accountant, who had a poor grasp on concealing her jealousy. I chose not to offer a greeting and continued past her. With this unexpected directive and the associated expenses, dealing with an envious colleague ranked lowest on my list of concerns. After covering some distance, I heard her murmur a subtly impolite remark, but I didn't engage. Arguing would be needless. Many of my coworkers believe I share a close rapport with the manager, which is perhaps the most amusing misconception about this workplace.
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