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The Girl Who Fooled Me at Work: A Shocking Corporate Lesson on Professionalism

 He thought he found love at work—until she fooled him. A shocking corporate story about office politics, betrayal, and professionalism. I’m Ryan , and my story isn’t just heartbreaking for me—it will shake you too. Let me say this right away: never trust a girl , especially if you're working on the same project . And if you’ve fallen for her, well, you’re already doomed. Not the honeymoon period for me I was new to the project, nervous as hell. As I settled into my seat, a sweet voice greeted me. "Hey, I’m Riyasha. So, you’re the new joinee? All the best!" I gave a nervous smile, but before I could respond, my manager, Mr. Basu, called me into his cabin. "Ryan, welcome to the corporate world. I hope you’ll do better. You’ll get your initial KT from Shweta, your senior. After that, it’s all on you. I expect sincerity in your work." His voice had a warning tone, something unsettling. I swallowed hard. "Why does this sound like a death senten...

Idle in the Office: The Guilty Pleasure That’s Anything But not Fun

 Hi, I’m Relan, a software engineer at a big MNC. You know those mornings when you roll into the office, still half-asleep, only to find yourself sipping coffee after coffee, wondering why you’re even here? Well, welcome to my life this week. It’s been five days since I submitted my tasks ahead of the deadline. While I should’ve been relieved and celebrating, my soul decided it was a great time to have an existential crisis. My third coffee in two hours didn’t help either. Now, let me introduce you to Suchi, my colleague and the human embodiment of an alarm clock. She’s always ticking, always moving, always working. You’d think she’s being paid for every breath she takes. Me? I was pretending to work, typing random words on Notepad like it was some next-level code. “Relan, are you done with your tasks?” Her voice cut through the air like a sharp knife. I nearly spilled my coffee.“Yes… I mean, almost.” I stammered, trying to act nonchalant.“The deadline is approaching,” she reminded...