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My Rival Won the Promotion After Dating the Boss, But the Real Shock Came When He Turned to Me \u2014 Story of the Day<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
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Working at a large corporation was no easy feat, and my tasks felt endless. From morning till night, I was buried under spreadsheets, reports, and emails.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Still, I quietly held onto a dream to land a managerial position and finally present the project I had been developing for months.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This is my ticket. This is how I\u2019ll prove I belong here.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then everything changed when Thaddeus, our new director, arrived.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDid you see him yet?\u201d my coworker Mara whispered one morning, nudging me as we both stood by the coffee machine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSee who?\u201d I asked, already distracted by the list of things I needed to get done before lunch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe new boss. Thaddeus. He\u2019s\u2026 well, let\u2019s just say you\u2019ll want to make sure you look presentable when you meet him.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I laughed it off, but when Thaddeus finally made his way into the office, I understood why everyone was talking. His presence was impossible to ignore.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

People didn\u2019t just talk about him because of his professional skills, though those were impressive enough. No, it was the way he carried himself, with this effortless charisma, that made you want to be around him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDon\u2019t be ridiculous, Lorelai,\u201d I told myself the first time I felt my heart skip when I saw him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t have time for distractions. Stay focused.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But then the company announced the competition for the new project manager position.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My heart raced with excitement.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This is my chance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I had been working tirelessly on my project, making sure every single detail was perfect. But I wasn\u2019t the only one ready to fight for that spot. Beatrix, my biggest competition, was already in full gear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLooks like we\u2019re up against each other, huh?\u201d she said casually as she passed my desk one afternoon.
\u201cMay the best woman win.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMay the best work win,\u201d I replied, emphasizing the word \u201cwork.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Beatrix was confident, always knew how to get noticed, and had been inching her way closer to Thaddeus every day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I bet she\u2019s already planning how to charm him into giving her the job.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But that was my moment. I wasn\u2019t going to let Beatrix stand in my way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Beatrix didn\u2019t need brilliant ideas. She just knew how to make people notice her. She had this ability to charm everyone, including Thaddeus. I watched her carefully position herself near him during every meeting, always speaking up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cMaybe I\u2019m just not bold enough,\u201d I muttered one day while staring at my project.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Why can\u2019t I be like her?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She made everything look easy. And here I was, working late every night, trying to perfect every detail.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That evening, after a long working day, I planned to stop by Thaddeus\u2019s office to discuss my project. I was nervous, but that was my chance to prove myself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As I sat at my desk, reviewing my notes one last time, exhaustion hit me like a ton of bricks. I had been working late every night for weeks, and it was finally catching up with me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just a few minutes\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I leaned my head against the desk. Before I knew it, I had dozed off on top of my laptop.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Suddenly, I woke to the sound of voices. The office was dark, and I blinked in confusion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

What time is it?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I realized everyone had already gone home. The cleaning crew had even come and gone. But there were still voices. Laughter. I froze, recognizing the sound of Beatrix\u2019s voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Panicking, I ducked under my desk, holding my breath.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

What are they still doing here?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I peeked out and saw the door to Thaddeus\u2019s office open. Beatrix stepped out, leaning casually against the doorframe, looking far too comfortable. She was smiling, that same charming smile she used to get her way with everyone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDinner?\u201d she asked with a soft laugh, tossing her hair back like it was no big deal. \u201cIt\u2019s late. You\u2019ve been working too hard.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Thaddeus smiled, but his response was quiet. I couldn\u2019t hear his words, but he didn\u2019t look uncomfortable. He followed her toward the elevator.
Is she willing to go this far to secure the position? Is this what I\u2019m up against?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It suddenly felt like I was suffocating. I quickly grabbed my things and headed home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I opened my bag to review my project notes later that night. Something was wrong. My printed presentation was missing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I froze. I had printed it before leaving the office. But it was gone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Maybe I left it on my table. I\u2019ll come earlier tomorrow to find it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The next day was supposed to be my moment. I had been working on my project for months, pouring every ounce of energy and creativity into it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This is it. This is my chance to prove myself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But the moment I stepped inside, I saw Beatrix. She was still wearing the same outfit from the night before.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She didn\u2019t go home?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Panic slowly crept in as I realized she hadn\u2019t been at home all night. My confidence wavered, but I forced myself to stay calm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nothing is going to ruin my day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As we gathered for the presentation, Thaddeus looked up from his papers and announced, \u201cBeatrix, why don\u2019t you start us off?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Beatrix confidently took her place at the front of the room. Her voice was clumsy, not her usual polished self. As she clicked through the slides, I realized with horror that she was presenting \u2026 MY work.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The graphs, the concepts, even the phrasing\u2026 it was all mine! I felt like the ground had been ripped from under me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This can\u2019t be happening.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When it was finally my turn, I stood up, my heart pounding.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cShe stole my work!\u201d I blurted out, unable to hold back any longer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I pointed toward Beatrix, my voice trembling with anger. \u201cThat presentation was mine. She copied everything!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Thaddeus frowned, glancing between us. \u201cLorelai, what are you talking about?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I rushed to open my laptop, desperate to prove it. But my screen was blank. My project files were gone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo, no, no,\u201d I whispered, frantically clicking around.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Beatrix stood there, her smug smile plastered across her face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLooking for this?\u201d she said sweetly, pulling out her tablet and casually flipping through my entire presentation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She had deleted my work and framed it as her own. My mind was spinning. And then Thaddeus spoke.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBeatrix cleared this with me last night. She presented it, and we discussed it already. She\u2019s just sharing it with everyone else now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I could barely breathe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She did it when I was sleeping. She won.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After the meeting, Thaddeus asked me to stay behind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I couldn\u2019t look him in the eyes as he said, \u201cLorelai, you failed to safeguard your work. This situation is on you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou\u2019re defending her because of your\u2026 personal involvement with her,\u201d I snapped, crossing a line I knew I shouldn\u2019t.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou\u2019ve lost your objectivity! Maybe I like you too, but don\u2019t let myself\u2026 I don\u2019t\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Thaddeus\u2019s face hardened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou\u2019re making false claims, Lorelai. Go have a rest.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was certain my career was over. The weekend became a blur of tears, ice cream, and old sitcom reruns. I didn\u2019t move from my bed, still in the same pajamas I had put on two days earlier.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My apartment looked like a war zone\u2014clothes thrown everywhere, empty snack wrappers piling up on the coffee table.
How did it come to this?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Everything I had worked for was slipping through my fingers. Beatrix not only stole my work but also made me look like a fool.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In a moment of desperation, I grabbed my phone and created a fake social media account. I searched for her profile and scrolled through her posts. Nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But then, something caught my eye. The night I thought she had been with Thaddeus? She hadn\u2019t been with him at all. She had been with her friend in the bar till morning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Wait, what?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That whole time, when I was hiding under my desk, she wasn\u2019t even doing what I thought she was. All my suspicions were for nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Exhaustion washed over me. I had fallen asleep with my phone still in my hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But my peace didn\u2019t last long. A loud knock at the door startled me awake.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Who could that be?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I peeked through the peephole. My heart jumped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was Thaddeus! I didn\u2019t want to let him in. My face was swollen from crying, my hair a tangled mess, and I felt far too vulnerable for this conversation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I called through the door, \u201cThaddeus, not now. I\u2026 I need time.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I finally heard silence and sighed with relief. But later, I heard something strange outside my window. I rushed over, pulled back the curtain, and couldn\u2019t believe what I saw.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Thaddeus was climbing up the fire escape with a bouquet of roses under his arm!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The sight was so ridiculous and unexpected that I burst out laughing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He looked genuinely apologetic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI made a mistake trusting Beatrix,\u201d he began, his voice low. \u201cI didn\u2019t see what was really going on, and I\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The hurt was still fresh, but hearing him admit it made my heart soften just a little.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He continued, \u201cI\u2019ve reviewed everything. Your work\u2026 It\u2019s brilliant. It\u2019s clear now. You were right all along.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I felt a small spark of relief, but before I could respond, his expression changed from regret to something else, something\u2026 nervous.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLorelai, do you\u2026 have feelings for me? You told me there\u2026 I need to know.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The question hung in the air. I opened my mouth to answer, but no words came out. After a beat, I simply nodded, unable to trust my voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Thaddeus let out a breath, smiling shyly, even.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019ve liked you since the moment we met,\u201d he confessed. \u201cI just didn\u2019t want to cross any lines. But if you\u2019re interested\u2026 maybe we could make this work?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I felt warmth spread through me, a smile slowly forming on my face. I couldn\u2019t believe what was happening.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then, he added casually, \u201cOh, and by the way, you\u2019ve been promoted. You\u2019ll be leading your own department now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d I whispered.
\u201cYou earned it, Lorelai. Fair and square. And we are going to celebrate it. I\u2019ll be waiting downstairs.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He started moving toward the fire escape, and I couldn\u2019t help but laugh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou know, you can use the door this time.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Thaddeus stopped mid-step and turned back, chuckling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cRight, the door. Probably more practical.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I watched him head toward the door, shaking my head in disbelief. My career wasn\u2019t over. It was just beginning. And maybe my love life, too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cTake your time. We\u2019ve got all the time in the world,\u201d Thaddeus called over his shoulder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I smiled to myself, feeling lighter than I had in days. As I quickly tried to pull myself together, I realized that both my career and my life were about to take a new turn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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