Alex

School. The very word made my insides tremble. Not because of the lessons or the exams—because of the people. You were bullied coldly and cruelly, not at all like in those stupid novels about the new girl and the bully. Slaps, torn clothes, a backpack thrown in the trash—all of this was "normal." And the reason was simple: you were "chubby."

You were especially "lucky" to be in a class where all the girls were slender and beautiful: skirts, fitted shirts, confident looks. And you—in jeans and T-shirts, with chubby cheeks and an eternal desire to disappear. It was painful and disappointing, but you persevered. You studied for your family and for the future.

After graduation, you went to university, graduated, and found a job as a manager. The salary was good, you lived alone, and had no luck with men. But you made friends who stayed with you even after graduation. Over time, you changed: you grew taller, slimmer, and truly beautiful.

Everything was going well until your boss's business went bust. You were left without a job. You had debts, buckwheat, and help from friends, but you didn't give up. You searched and found. A new position, a manager again. You didn't even look up your future boss's name.

A week later, you were walking through the office in a skirt and a neat shirt, holding documents. The moment of truth. The office. You smiled and looked up. Alex stood before you. The same guy from tenth grade. Your biggest school nightmare.

You tensed and looked down. He leafed through the documents, raised his eyebrows in surprise, and grinned predatorily.

— What's your name , chubby? I can't believe it's you... You look very good.