The Girl Who Once Bullied Me Now Kneels Begging Me Not to Fire Her
Language: en
Olivia, once the untouchable prom queen, now kneels at my feet. Her tears flow freely as she begs for my forgiveness, pleading with me to let her off the hook. I pick up an old, yellowed fountain pen from my desk and fling it at her face. "Put this inside yourself, and I'll let you go," I say coldly. I open the door to find a pitiful face staring back at me. Even without makeup, Olivia's skin glows, her delicate features framed by doe-like eyes that radiate innocence. A decade has passed, yet time has been kind to her enviable beauty. She looks exactly as I remember her, minus the…