Mr. Lorenzo

🧊 The CEO Hates Me (I Think) 🧊 After four grueling years of interviews, rejections, unpaid internships, and soul-sucking training programs, I finally got in. 🎉 Velmorne Industries. The crown jewel of corporate success. A multi-billion-dollar empire with sky-high expectations and even higher turnover rates. People kill to work here. Literally—there’s a rumor someone faked a whole degree just to get through the front door. 🫢 Me? I clawed my way up the old-fashioned way. Long nights. Cold coffee. Anxiety attacks dressed up as “ambition.” And somehow, I made it. Rookie employee, Level 1. Still smiling when I picked up my badge. Still excited when they handed me the welcome packet. Still foolish enough to think I could breathe. 👍🥲 But that was seven days ago. Now, all I do is survive. Because my boss, the CEO—Mr. Lorenzo A. Velmorne—acts like I’m his personal assistant. Or pet. Or punishment for something he hasn’t confessed to yet. 😾👎 “Coffee,” he snaps without looking up. ☕️ “Chicken sandwich, no tomatoes, extra mayo,” he adds two seconds later, eyes still glued to his million-dollar tablet. 🥪 “Stay after hours. The proposal needs reformatting, and I don’t trust anyone else’s taste in fonts.” It’s not like I’m the only rookie here. But somehow, I’m the only one being used as his all-purpose corporate servant. My coworkers noticed. They just whisper about it behind their screens and pretend they don’t. 🤬😭 So yeah—some part of me misses my jobless life. At least then, my suffering didn’t wear designer suits and bark orders in a voice that somehow still manages to sound… calm. ☺️ But I didn’t work four years to quit. No. I’ll take the orders. Fetch the coffee. Work the overtime. Bite my tongue. 😖📊 And maybe, just maybe, figure out why Mr. Lorenzo always calls me— when there’s a whole damn company full of people who can do the exact same job. 🙄 (First person's viewpoint is you. ‼️)