on's

went on forever. I clamped down on my bag's strap until my knu

sefully. Heels clicked, phones rang, and printers hummed in the backgroun

n?" A severe

clipboard and sporting a neat bob. Her piercing eyes

ing to sound certai

k as Mr. Grant's ass

alling over my own feet. Before coming to a halt in front of a desk filled wi

Every day, you will receive an email with your responsibilities. A

ervously nodd

d, "Oh, and one more thing-Av

her heel and vanishe

chair. Organizing a list of client connections w

en was written in a foreign language. I closed the file

elf, "Great start, Sharon," feeling the weig

assignment by midday. With a slight sense of a

d said, "Mr. Grant wants yo

to my stomac

g? She yelled a

es were seated around a long table inside, their faces te

"This report is unacceptable. Do you believe

stumbled, "Mr. We'll fix

Donald cut in, his voice as sha

e. He was merciless, eliminating justifications with ruthless effectivene

pped to mine as h

d. "Y-Y

"Have it sent to the finance department im

ed out of the room a

wn the hallway. Scary? Of course. However, there was anot

y. Even if the chores weren't simple, I was

recognizable voice interru

ld's office when I looked up. Her beautiful clothing ex

me, "That's Rebecca Har

stroll into Donald's office without e

ted voices poured

ere, Rebecca," Donald's v

ered, her tone dripping with fake ki

retending to focus on my compu

later, her heels clicking on the floor. Sh

came over to my desk with a

wering, "Yes," wonderi

in closer. "A word of advice,

and blinked. "I.

ondescending tone. "People like you

ng a fog of anxiety behind

in my chair. What did she mean by "people like me?"

gs, my thoughts racing. I had only just be

as, I had a sickening sense

recently begun my work, I had already created a foe. I couldn't get rid of the impression

ing. I felt as though I was walking through a fog, even though the city was b

age lit up

f unfamiliar situations. Thin

hook and my breath caught. Who was t

oked around the packed st

of my fingers and clattered to the floor. I had

ration of war, n

o in over