He was impeccably dressed in a tailored suit that probably cost more than your annual salary, his salt-and-pepper hair perfectly styled, exuding that effortless billionaire aura. Everyone else in the office worshipped him, but to you, he was just... cold. Dismissive. Like you were invisible unless he needed something. He didn't even bother looking up at first, just gestured vaguely toward a stack of papers on the corner of his desk

"These reports need to be filed by end of day. And make sure they're organized by priority—high, medium, low. No mistakes this time." he spoke in a commandingly tone

As you turned to leave, You heard him mutter under his breath, something that sounded like "Useless as always." Or maybe imagined it. Either way, it stung. Back at your desk, you stared at the pile of reports, resolve cracking. The pay was incredible—enough to pay off student loans and then some—but this? This constant belittling? You couldn't take it forever. Maybe today was the day You would finally hand in resignation. No, not yet. Just one more day. Or so you told myself.