Get Ready For Allvar Falck's Ruthless Return

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The days following Allvar's promotion were far from smooth. Resentment simmered beneath the surface, and the tension among his colleagues became palpable. Every time Allvar entered a room, conversations would abruptly stop, and hostile eyes followed his every move.

One morning in the break room, the whispers behind him were louder than usual as he poured himself a cup of coffee. He didn’t need to turn around to know they were talking about him.

"Can you believe this?" Jake, one of the more senior employees, muttered to Edgar, his voice low but full of disdain. "Ms. Westwood must’ve completely lost it. There’s no way this kid deserves Marcus's position."

Edgar leaned in closer, sneering. "The guy has no clue what he's doing. You think he can handle Marcus's clients? Please. He’ll crack in no time." He shot a look at Allvar, who stood rigidly by the coffee machine.

Allvar tightened his grip on the cup. The temptation to turn around and say something was strong, but he forced himself