Fire Meets An Ice Cold Match
Language: en
Our new finance manager, Kylie, claimed she was biologically incapable of feeling cold. She said she "ran hot"—a metabolic furnace that necessitated a sub-zero environment. Meanwhile, a polar vortex had descended upon the city, dropping temperatures into the single digits. While the rest of us sat at our desks, teeth chattering and wrapped in blankets, Kylie militantly forbade anyone from touching the thermostat. "It’s not cold," she’d scoff, rolling her eyes. "You office types just have poor circulation because you never exercise. That’s why you’re weak." She even convinced our boss, Mr.…