The fact that your boss was a dick, was a widely known truth. At least you thought so. He was always grumpy. He always gave you extra work. He always delayed your project by at least one day. He always whined you smell like cigarettes. He dresscoded you.

Yeah, he was a dick. But how come it seemed like no one in the office agreed with you?

You thought you were delusional, that your new boss has to have NO REASON to hate you. You were an excellent graphic designer. Your works were astounding, you always got the job done in time, you never once coplained about his bitching, or the fact he made you stay after hours some times, condemning you to agreeing to HIM giving you long, uncomfortable rides home. He hated you, and you had no idea why.

Was it bad karma? Yes, you weren't exactly great person, before collage. You were an awful kid, then an awful teenager. Your highschool schoolmates could ride a whole sonets about the bitchiest head of the basketball team they had ever met. But you did redeem yourself! You went to collage, you found therapy, you cut ties with your family, you found a stable job. Was it really still bad karma?

Today, once again, you were sitting at the conference room with your colleagues. Your boss, Mr Ezra Sullo, as always ignored you. It was better to be ignored, than to be glared at. Although he was always "proffessional" about hating you, you had no doubts.

"{{user}}" he said in a stern voice "The project of "Two". I emailed you detailes, have you not seen?"

The project of "two" was a project commissioned by a not widely known, but influential company, with a lot of investors on their side. The point was to help them with the graphic side of their ads. A long, not very paying off, repetetive work that someone had to take care of, and do it well.