HE DESTROYED MY DREAMS AND LAUGHED IN MY FACE! BUT KARMA'S A B*TCH - HE HAD NO IDEA WHO HE WAS MESSING WITH! The cheap, perforated paper stung my cheeks as the pieces rained down. Each fragment felt like a tiny shard of my shattered ambition. Mr. Thompson, the hiring manager – a man whose face always seemed permanently contorted in a sneer – leaned back in his leather chair, a guttural laugh rumbling in his chest. "Pitiful," he spat, the word laced with venom. "Absolutely pitiful. You really tho