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My Devil Boss Is My Online Boyfriend Chapter 1
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I’d just been chewed out by my stone-cold boss and was practically dissolved in tears, so I quickly tapped open the chat for my online boyfriend.
“Waaah, honey, that devil boss just trashed my proposal again.”
The reply was almost instantaneous.
“That miserable jerk! How dare he talk to my baby like that?”
“Don’t worry, babe. Get some sleep tonight. I’ll fix this for you.”
The next morning, I handed my boss the proposal my online boyfriend had stayed up all night rewriting.
My boss stared at the document for a long time, his expression growing strangely complex. Even the sound of his voice carried a tremor I almost missed.
“This proposal… you did this?”
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As a recent college graduate—a grunt worker barely out of the intern pool—I’d practically bored a hole to the earth’s core trying to draft a half-decent proposal.
The day before, in the meeting, my boss held up my work with disgust.
“Do we really need this garbage cluttering the folder? Whose is this?”
Graham Shaw was an Ivy League legacy, a trust-fund prodigy who’d returned from London with an MBA and a face that looked straight out of a GQ spread. He was brilliant, ruthless, and universally loathed.
My friends told me I was lucky, getting paid to look at a face that belonged on a billboard. Only I knew how soul-crushing his perfectionism was.
Hesitantly, I raised my hand.
The next second, his sharp, glacial gaze was on me.
“How were you hired with work like this? It seems the HR department has become quite the joke.”
The whole room was watching. My cheeks burned hot, and all I wanted was for the floor to swallow me whole.
Unsurprisingly, I was kept back.
I stood. He sat.
His brow was deeply furrowed as he tossed my proposal onto the floor.
“Last chance. Produce trash like this again, and you can walk yourself down to HR.”
I swallowed hard and bent to pick up the papers, not daring to meet his eyes. My own eyes were stinging and swollen, but I didn't care. I kept my head down and stumbled out of his office.