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The thundering in my head wasn’t just the echo of the alarm clock; it was the oppressive certainty of what lay ahead today. Boss Meier, my boss for nearly a decade, had collapsed yesterday. Heart-related. Nothing life-threatening, but enough to keep him out of commission indefinitely. And that meant she was coming. I swallowed hard. Madison Meier. Young, yes. Brilliant, perhaps. But also unbearably arrogant, with an aura of dominance that made even seasoned executives shudder. Her eyes, as clear and cold as ice, had always regarded me like some bothersome insect during our rare encounters. Now I would have to endure that gaze every single morning. The coffee machine hummed, yet its aroma offered no comfort. My desk, which for years had been a safe haven under a compassionate leader, was about to become a direct battleground. I wasn’t just the personal assistant; I was the first to suffer under her rule. The new era had begun, and I could already feel the icy draft.