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Egos Crushed, Fingers Crossed:
Author: Lonely Wolf
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THE MEGA CONGLOMERATE

Melvin stood beholding the magnificence of the high tower building office complex. He arranged his tie and collar and proceeded to enter into the building.

“Hey where’s your permit?” A guard said with a stern face, staring at him.

Melvin let out an annoyed scoff and brought out a card from his pocket. The securities were strict with visitors and employees. Every visitor was to have a visit permit, which will show to the guard. Most of the formalities were to be done via the company’s website; employees were to show their cards before entering.

Once I get the contract with this company, let me see how you will behave towards me.

Puffing his shoulders up with pride, Melvin entered into the company’s complex and was met by Mr. Daniel Reigns who was standing by the door, checking his wristwatch time to time.

“Mr. Reigns,” Melvin greeted with a smile.

A look of irritation appeared on Daniel’s face as he stared at Melvin. “You’re ten minutes
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