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REJECTED BY MY EX, DOTED BY HIS BOSS

Chương 1: Prologue

In the heart of an abandoned industrial wasteland, where rusting structures and remnants of forgotten dreams sprawl, a desolate open space stood as the canvas for her chaotic masterpiece. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the cracked concrete, and the air hung heavy with the scent of decay. A woman with eyes that mirrored the storm brewing within, stepped into the scene, her purpose evident in each measured step. The gravel crunched beneath her stiletto-bottom heels, a stark contrast to the ominous silence that enveloped the desolate location. Clad in a sleek, black ensemble that mirrored her intentions, she carried an aura of determination and an unsettling calmness. A she approached the center of the desolation, she unfurled a tripod, unfolding its legs with deliberate precision. The metallic click of the extending limbs echoed in the eerie stillness. Her hands moved with the familiarity of someone well-acquainted with the tools of her trade. The camera, perched atop the tripod, faced an immaculate black convertible, a symbol of the past now overshadowed by impending destruction.

With a snap of her fingers, a mysterious man clad in a sharply tailored black suit materialized at her side. In his gloved hands, he presented her with a jerry can, the metallic container heavy with the volatile promise of diesel. The gleam in her eyes betrayed a burning desire for retribution as she accepted the offering. The man's stoic expression hinted at a shared understanding; a silent pact forged in the crucible of some unspoken vendetta. The transaction was swift, and she cradled the jerry can with a sinister sense of purpose. She turned her attention to the convertible, a canvas awaiting the strokes of her vindictive artistry. With a practiced grace, she approached the vehicle, each step leaving imprints in the dust-covered ground. Her heels clicked in rhythmic cadence, a foreboding drumbeat to the impending symphony of destruction. The moon, now a witness to her clandestine performance, cast a pale glow upon her as she circled the car, leaving an ethereal silhouette in her wake.

The air grew thick with anticipation as she unscrewed the cap of the jerry can, the scent of diesel permeating the surroundings. Her movements were deliberate, methodical, as she doused the convertible in the flammable liquid. The liquid cascaded over the polished surface, a macabre baptism that marked the beginning of the end. A matchbox materialized in her hands, and as if possessed by a malevolent force, she struck a match against its rough surface. The match flickered to life, casting an eerie glow on her face, now contorted with a mixture of anguish and triumph. With a theatrical flourish, she tossed the flaming match towards the car. The impact was immediate and visceral. The convertible became a blazing pyre, flames licking at the metal and devouring the remnants of what was once a symbol of affection. She stepped back, the inferno reflecting in her unyielding gaze. The crackling of the fire merged with her piercing laughter, a sound both hysterical and menacing, echoing through the desolate wasteland.

As the convertible succumbed to the merciless flames, she stood amidst the chaos she had orchestrated, a solitary figure in the haunting tableau of destruction. The night bore witness to her catharsis, an unrestrained release of emotions that danced in the flickering shadows. The fire's glow painted her silhouette, etching a moment of vengeful ecstasy in the annals of the forsaken space.