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My Boss Takes All Credits for the Work I Do
Yet I can’t seem to break away from this toxic cycle
My fingers ran through the edges of the envelope for the umpteenth time that day. My legs pushed my body to take another turn on my chair, and the empty office came into my view. Apart from my cubicle, everything else was clean, spotless, and silent. For once, no telephones were ringing. Perhaps that’s why I enjoyed working on Sundays the most.
As if on a cue, the main office door clicked open, and my boss walked in. With her eyeglasses seated on her nose and with the infamous grey leather bag in her right, she walked in with her shoulders slumped down a little.
Immediately, I left my chair as if my black skirt caught fire.
“Good morning!” I said with a nervous smile and discreetly slipped the envelope on the table.
With a nod, she walked towards her office without waiting for a response from my end.
My fingers hesitantly picked up the white envelope again and turned it over. The light shone on the handwritten black font that read ‘Resignation Letter’. I mentally debated whether or not this is the right time. The sane part of me fought for her rights, but the other part argued that this could wait for some more time. Needless to say, the latter part of me…
