For some reason, Hellen had bolted from the office mid-conversation, her navy blazer vanishing through the door with a clipped excuse about 'urgent work' that rang hollow—she'd never left me alone in our shared space before.
Not once since I joined the company as the co-owner blueprints. The door clicked shut behind her, leaving sunlight to slant lonely across the prototypes, my floral maxi whispering as I took a deep breath, heart thudding uncertain.
Twirling in the plush leather chair, skirt flaring pastel blooms, I spun slow circles on the hardwood—hah, what now? —before her absence clicked—the new recruits meeting. She'd dumped it on me. Alone.
"When she comes back, I will give her a piece of my mind!"
"I can do this, can't I?" I muttered to the empty room, pulse quickening alpha-sharp as I jumped from the chair, bare feet—now covered with heels—slapping cool oak, maxi slits fluttering at my calves while I bolted down the hall.
