Only once in my life I let myself give in to a mad impulse—one night with a stranger. But the fairy tale ended instantly: he decided I was a sellout and branded me with a stigma. I’d gladly cross that shame out of my memory, if not for one "but."
Taking a new job, I recognize in my boss the very same man… who doesn’t even remember me. Instead, he meets me coldly, with obvious contempt. Now it’s a war of temperaments: his dislike against my fury—let’s see who will surrender first.