Dressed as the heroine of a sadistic novel, and bound to the "rejection system", in order not to be struck into charcoal by lightning, I refused to the boss in a fancy way every day. Send flowers? Throw it in the trash can. Proposal? Run a marathon. I thought I could make it to the finale, but I didn't expect that after the ninety-ninth time I committed suicide, the crazy critic always forced me into a corner: "You said no ninety-nine times, but for the hundredth time, it's time to listen to me."
