My Promotion Is Your Prison Sentence

Summary

When I opened my eyes again, I realized with a jarring jolt of adrenaline that I was back. Back to the very first day that the most loathsome man I’d ever met joined the firm.

Dustin was the kind of guy who used "honesty" as a weapon and "innocence" as a shield. He had a mouth that never stopped, always leaking poison disguised as casual observation.

In my first life, he started his campaign on day one. He’d announced to the entire open-plan office that he’d seen some "old guy in a Porsche" dropping me off, trailing off with a wink that implied it certainly wasn't my father.