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reasons for my sudden departure and none of them would be the truth. I’m on a roll today, so I might as well leave this place with a fucking bang. If I’m going to be forced out, my exit will be spectacular.
    I text Johnny and request he sends me what I want.
    Johnny: Why do you want those?
    Me: Send me the fucking pictures now. I need them now. I don’t need you to ask questions, just do what I asked you to do.
    I also never spoke to him like I have in the last few days. It feels good to be angry. It’s exhilarating to tell people exactly what I want instead of constantly being concerned about their needs.
    Johnny sends me the pictures of my bruised and battered body that he took the same night he fucked me. I try to compartmentalize the last thought while I send the texted pictures to my work email. I carefully draft a letter and double-check that I clicked the appropriate group in Microsoft Office that will deliver it to every employee at Kohler & Kohler.
     
    TO: (GROUP) Kohler & Kohler Master Directory
    FROM: Noely.King@Kohler&Kohler.com
     
    Dear Owners, Investors, Mangers, and Co-workers,
     
    As many of you know, I’ve worked at Kohler & Kohler for four years as a marketing associate. I’ve been an exemplar employee and recently applied for a promotion that I was told would almost certainly be mine.
    This past weekend, Tony Danello, the nephew of accounting manager Paul Danello, beat me with his fists because he didn’t like what I was wearing to my friends’ going away party. Today, I was asked to drop the assault charges against my ex-boyfriend because his poor Uncle Paul just can’t stand for the world to know his nephew likes to beat women.
    You’ll hear a vast array of reasons why I left the company so suddenly today, but I couldn’t in good conscious leave without you all knowing the truth and how much this company really cares about its employees.
    Attached are the pictures which are dated from this past weekend. Please enjoy the footage of Tony’s handiwork, and ladies, if you see this prick… Run as fast as you can! He’s a snake charmer, but he’ll eventually show his true colors and you’ll end up being “one of those women”.
    Please enjoy the remainder of your careers at Kohler & and Kohler, and know that it’s been a fucking blast talking to you all by the water cooler. By the way, I informed Sheila of how much she is truly disliked by us all. Perhaps she’ll use that knowledge and self-reflect on how much of a cunt she is.
     
     
    Sincerely,
     
    Noely King.
     
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    I carried the heavy box home on four-inch heels. At least I found a seat on the subway, but my legs were numb from holding the box by the time I'd made my round trip back to Brooklyn from Manhattan. 
    I unlock my door, heave the box inside until it spills contents everywhere, and slide down against the door to the apartment. I try to muster up tears. I try really fucking hard. I even make the faces, but nothing comes. Not a fucking tear. I should try to cry, right? Purge all this hurt from within?
    My back stays against that door for hours while I figure out what I'm going to do. Luckily, I'm a saver and I can get by for a while until I find another job. But I should definitely purchase a bottle of something strong to get me through the next few days. 
    I shower off the makeup and shame. In the last four days or so my ex beat me, my best friend fucked and left me, and then he told everyone the one thing I asked him not to repeat. My group of best friends were arrested for assaulting my ex, I had to bail one out, and I announced to virtually everyone I loved that Johnny fucked me like a groupie whore. I decked my asshole of a best friend, I was basically forced to press charges against Tony and have my naked body photographed by a stranger, I slapped my asshole best friend, and then I lost my job.
    Shit fucking week.
    I let my hair air dry into waves and put on sweatpants, UGG's, and a