I never imagined work could feel like a battlefield. My manager, once someone I respected, became a source of constant fear. His words were crude, his hands invasive, and his threats lethal. Every day felt like walking on a knife’s edge.
He laughed when I protested, saying no one would believe me. The office became a prison, and I counted every minute until the day I could escape. But escaping was not enough. Justice had to be served. One evening, after I refused his…CONTINUE READING
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