He Called My Job Worthless Now I Am The CEO
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Summary
I had to work until eleven, and I hadn’t managed to get the Kobe Ribeye Liam wanted.
As a peace offering, I splurged on an expensive Black Cod, the kind he’d mentioned wanting last week.
But he didn’t want it anymore. He smashed the container against the tile floor, the spray of water soaking my slacks.
The comments section was buzzing.
[It’s the FMC’s fault. How much does that overtime pay anyway? Keeping the ML happy is the real job.]
[Black Cod is delicious and expensive, but the ML specifically asked for the beef. Anyone would be mad at that kind of obvious substitution.]
Really?
