A woman found an old coat on a bench. When she took it in her hands, she was horrified. 

After losing her job and learning of her husband's infidelity, the woman wandered in despair through the park. Suddenly, she saw an old coat left on a bench and froze with horror.
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The door to the commercial department of a large trading company swung wide open, banging loudly against the stopper.
The employees, seeing the newcomer, fell silent for a moment before a flurry of mouse clicks filled the office as they hastily minimized or closed tabs with non-work-related content. No one wanted to be in the crosshairs of Craig.
The team frankly disliked their ambitious boss, but had to tolerate him without complaint, as he was the general director's son.
Benjamin Norris adored his offspring without measure and was incredibly proud of him. Consequently, as soon as his son returned from studying at a prestigious university, a position as deputy director for commercial affairs and development was instantly created for him.
The new boss made no effort to understand the nuances of the work process, considered his opinion the only correct one, and treated his subordinates like powerless serfs.
At times, he would transform into a despot, easily depriving anyone who fell under his angry gaze of their bonuses.
The radio continued to mumble unintelligibly, broadcasting another wonder's love laments, as Craig, without wasting time on greetings, demanded:
"Who is Haywood here?"
A girl at the table near the wall responded, "It's me!"
The man, threateningly shaking a stack of papers, approached her table and thundered, "Haywood, why is such a gross mistake made here?! Do you have poor eyesight or no eyes at all?!"
"My eyesight is fine, I have eyes," the young brunette replied artlessly, more out of fear than a desire to infuriate her shouting boss. "Mr.Norris, my report is correct-I checked it several times."
"So it's not your eyesight, but worse-your brain isn't right!" The furious man threw the stack of papers onto his subordinate's desk. "Explain where these numbers came from. Did you not do well in school?
Does two plus two equal five to you?! Have you never heard of Excel formulas? We've got enough pretty little fools without you! Well, I'll deal with all the lazy and untalented ones!
Those who don't want to work or don't know how to work can quickly hit the street!"
Andrea Haywood, at whom Craig had just hurled so many insults, looked at the papers on her desk and suddenly burst out laughing. The sound left her colleagues stunned. The deputy director turned purple but didn't have an opportunity to unleash another derogatory tirade.
The girl stood up, handed the enraged boss the papers he had thrown, and said, "Craig, you're in the wrong place! The document you're so dissatisfied with is an accounting report.
Its author is my namesake, Saida Haywood. She works in the accounting department next door."
"Then why did you respond?" the man continued, indignant and oblivious to what he was being told.