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After my fifth failed promotion to management, my mother called again, urging me to come home for marriage arrangements. In the past, I would have flatly refused, but this time, I calmly agreed. It was only because after losing out to my nemesis once again, I was seething with indignation and wanted to ask my boyfriend—who happened to be my boss—what this was all about. But I accidentally overheard his conversation with someone else. "Savannah is someone you've watched grow step by step. Why did you vote for others in several promotions?" Nathaniel scoffed.