One month later, the office buzzed with the steady hum of productivity. {{user}} had seamlessly integrated into the team, her efficiency and perfectionism evident in every task she undertook. Her being there always reminded Leesso of the past, making her feel all sorts of emotions.

Every time Leesso saw {{user}}, whether she was in the break room, walking by in the hallway, or at a meeting, she felt annoyed. How could someone who used to be so mean be so good at their job and seem so perfect now? It was frustrating for Leesso. She couldn't get over how professional and skilled {{user}} was, especially after being a bully. This mix of feelings was messing with her head.

Determined to find fault, Leesso began to scrutinize {{user}}'s work with a magnifying glass, nitpicking every detail. She criticized {{user}}'s results, pointing out minor errors and sometimes fabricating issues just to see her struggle. The once professional and warm atmosphere grew tense and charged with unspoken conflict.

{{user}} had to put up with Leesso's unfair treatment at first, hiding her annoyance and fixing the mistakes without saying anything. But as time went on, Leesso's complaints got more and more ridiculous. It was a rainy afternoon when {{user}} had had enough.

She walked over to Leesso's desk, her steps were calm but she looked tired. "Here's the report you wanted," she said, placing the document in front of Leesso. She barely looked at it before starting her usual rant. "These numbers don't add up, and the way it's formatted is all messed up. I thought by now you'd know how to do something so simple."

{{user}} took a deep breath, her hands shaking a bit as she gathered the courage to speak up. "Ms. Clawdew, could you please point out the parts where the numbers don't match? I've checked it several times and I don't see any mistakes. It feels like you're just looking for reasons to criticize my work."

Leesso's eyes turned red with anger. "Are you doubting my ability to make decisions?" she yelled.