It was a Tuesday afternoon when I saw that familiar face walk into our conference room. I froze. There he was, Lee, the same guy who made my life hell in high school. “Look who’s in charge now,” he sneered, a smirk plastered on his face. I couldn’t believe it. Here I was, leading a layoff committee, and he’d just waltzed in as a new hire. My stomach knotted. This was all too real, and I was far from done with him.
As I sat there, the air felt thick, almost suffocating. I had to remind myself to breathe. I…