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Eight years after supporting my boyfriend in starting his business, the company finally went public. At the shareholders' meeting, his ex-girlfriend, who had dumped him for being poor, returned. My boyfriend embraced the woman nestled in his arms and announced, in front of the entire company, that his ex-girlfriend would be the future lady of the company. The snickers and whispers of the employees stung like needles, piercing my dark circles earned from sleepless nights working on proposals. Everyone assumed that I would cling to him relentlessly. But he seemed to have forgotten who was truly responsible for the company's success in going public.

After making significant contributions to the company's IPO preparations, my girlfriend is finally ready to publicly announce our relationship. However, her assistant, whom I had always disliked, took the lead. He swaggered onto the stage and hugged her waist: "I thought we had to wait a few more years, but now you can't resist me, can you?" He sneered and looked at me proudly. My girlfriend didn't explain, but handed him a document - a share transfer agreement - and announced to the audience that he is now a shareholder of the company. Everyone present was whispering and looking at me. The assistant proudly insulted me, almost without hiding, "That useless man, it's better for you to leave him early." My girlfriend not only didn't speak up for me, but also said coldly, "I only kept him because he's still useful to the company." All the onlookers watching the excitement are waiting for me to explode. But on the contrary, I smiled and nodded, generously giving my remaining shares to the assistant as well. "Let's see, "I said thoughtfully in my heart," how they will manage this company without the main investors?"

Setelah mendedikasikan bertahun-tahun untuk membantu perusahaan mempersiapkan penawaran umum perdananya, pacarku akhirnya siap untuk mengungkap hubungan kami secara publik. Dia berada di ambang membuat pengumuman. Namun, sebelum dia sempat melakukannya, asistennya yang sombong, yang selalu tidak menyukaiku, mendahuluinya. Dia dengan percaya diri melangkah ke panggung, merangkul pinggangnya, dan menyeringai kemenangan. "Kupikir kita sepakat untuk menunggu beberapa tahun lagi? Tidak bisa menahan lebih lama lagi, bukan?" dia mengejek, suaranya dipenuhi dengan sarkasme. Pacarku tidak repot-repot menjelaskan. Sebaliknya, dia menyerahkan dokumen padanya—kesepakatan pengalihan saham—dan mengumumkan kepada audiens bahwa dia sekarang adalah pemegang saham terbaru perusahaan. Ruangan tersebut meledak dengan kekaguman, bisikan dan gumaman menyebar dengan cepat. Asisten tersebut, jelas menikmati perhatian, mengarahkan keangkuhannya padaku, melontarkan hinaan-hinaan halus kepadaku. Dan pacarku? Dia tidak berusaha menghentikannya. Bahkan, suaranya begitu dingin saat menambahkan, "Kamu telah berkontribusi besar bagi perusahaan, tetapi kemampuannya adalah yang kami butuhkan untuk masa depan yang lebih makmur." Aku tetap tenang, tidak memberikan bantahan. Sebaliknya, aku tersenyum, mengangguk, dan dengan anggun menyerahkan sisa sahamku kepada asisten tersebut juga. "Kita lihat saja," gumamku dalam hati, "bagaimana mereka akan mengelola perusahaan ini tanpa investornya yang utama." Dengan pemikiran itu, aku pergi.

After dedicating years to helping the company prepare for its initial public offering, my girlfriend was finally ready to reveal our relationship publicly. She was on the verge of making the announcement. However, before she could do so, her arrogant assistant, who had always disliked me, preempted her. He confidently strode onto the stage, placed his arm around her waist, and flashed a victorious grin. "I thought we agreed to wait a few more years? Couldn't resist any longer, could you?" he taunted, his voice laced with sarcasm. My girlfriend didn't bother to explain. Instead, she handed him a document—the share transfer agreement—and declared to the audience that he was now the company's newest stakeholder. The room exploded with astonishment, whispers and murmurs spreading rapidly. The assistant, clearly reveling in the attention, directed his smugness towards me, throwing subtle insults my way. And my girlfriend? She made no effort to stop him. In fact, her voice was ice-cold as she added, "You've contributed greatly to the company, but his skills are what we need for a more prosperous future." I remained stoic, offering no argument. Instead, I smiled, nodded, and graciously handed over my remaining shares to the assistant as well. "Let's see," I mused internally, "how they'll manage this company without its primary investor." With that thought, I made my exit.

Depois de dedicar anos ajudando a empresa a se preparar para sua oferta pública inicial, minha namorada estava finalmente pronta para revelar nosso relacionamento publicamente. Ela estava prestes a fazer o anúncio. No entanto, antes que ela pudesse fazê-lo, seu assistente arrogante, que sempre não gostou de mim, antecipou-se a ela. Ele caminhou confiantemente até o palco, colocou o braço em volta da cintura dela e exibiu um sorriso vitorioso. "Pensei que tínhamos concordado em esperar mais alguns anos? Não conseguiu resistir por mais tempo, não é?" ele provocou, sua voz carregada de sarcasmo. Minha namorada não se preocupou em explicar. Em vez disso, ela entregou a ele um documento - o acordo de transferência de ações - e declarou para a plateia que ele era agora o mais novo acionista da empresa. A sala explodiu em espanto, sussurros e murmúrios se espalhando rapidamente. O assistente, claramente se deleitando com a atenção, direcionou sua arrogância para mim, lançando insultos sutis em minha direção. E minha namorada? Ela não fez nenhum esforço para detê-lo. Na verdade, sua voz estava gelada quando acrescentou: "Você contribuiu muito para a empresa, mas as habilidades dele são o que precisamos para um futuro mais próspero." Permaneci estoico, sem oferecer nenhum argumento. Em vez disso, sorri, acenei com a cabeça e graciosamente entreguei minhas ações restantes ao assistente também. "Vamos ver", refleti internamente, "como eles vão administrar esta empresa sem seu principal investidor." Com esse pensamento, fiz minha saída.

Matapos ilaan ang ilang taon sa pagtulong sa kumpanya na maghanda para sa initial public offering nito, handa na ang aking nobya na ihayag ang aming relasyon sa publiko. Malapit na niyang gawin ang anunsyo. Gayunpaman, bago pa niya magawa ito, inunahan siya ng kanyang mayabang na assistant, na noon pa man ay hindi na gusto ako. Kumpiyansang naglakad siya sa entablado, inilagay ang kanyang braso sa baywang niya, at ngumiti nang mapanghamon. "Akala ko nagkasundo tayo na maghihintay pa ng ilang taon? Hindi mo na ba mapigilan ang sarili mo?" pangungutya niya, ang boses ay puno ng sarkasmo. Hindi na nagpaliwanag ang aking nobya. Sa halip, inabot niya sa kanya ang isang dokumento—ang share transfer agreement—at idineklara sa audience na siya na ngayon ang pinakabagong stakeholder ng kumpanya. Nagulat ang buong silid, mabilis na kumalat ang mga bulong at usap-usapan. Ang assistant, na malinaw na nasisiyahan sa atensyon, ay idinirehe ang kanyang kayabangan sa akin, naghahagis ng mga subtle na insulto sa aking direksyon. At ang aking nobya? Hindi siya gumawa ng anumang pagsisikap para pigilan siya. Sa katunayan, ang kanyang boses ay malamig na yelo nang idagdag niya, "Malaki ang iyong naiambag sa kumpanya, ngunit ang kanyang mga kasanayan ang kailangan natin para sa mas masaganang hinaharap." Nanatili akong matatag, hindi nag-aalok ng anumang argumento. Sa halip, ngumiti ako, tumango, at magalang na ibinigay din ang aking natitirang mga shares sa assistant. "Tingnan natin," pagmumuni-muni ko sa aking sarili, "kung paano nila papatakbuhin ang kumpanyang ito nang wala ang pangunahing investor nito." Sa ganoong pag-iisip, umalis ako.

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