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He would call her to his office. She'd turn cold. Obliged. Knowing what was coming. "You know what happens when you speak about this", he'd say. She'd nod, but he'd tell her anyway. "You'll lose your job. That's what'll happen. But that's the least. I'll destroy you. You know this, right? I'll fucking destroy you." She knew. She knew it from the other stories whispered in the corridors. From the larger-than-life sportscar-poster against his wall. The framed accolades. The shrugs [...]
