𝗦𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗮'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩
The cold breeze brushed against my skin as I stood on the rooftop of the office building, a steaming cup of coffee in my hand. The city stretched out before me, its lights twinkling like tiny stars against the dimming sky. But my gaze wasn’t really on the view; it was distant, unfocused, as my mind replayed the heated confrontation with Sophia and Saniya.
The conversation weighed on me, dragging me back to memories I wished to bury. I remembered my previous job—the relentless demands, the suffocating deadlines, and my manager was a tyrant, always finding faults, taunting me for every little mistake. It felt like I could never do enough to satisfy him. The suffocating work environment had made me question everything—my abilities, my choices, even my worth.
I sighed, taking a sip of my coffee, letting its warmth ground me. But before I could delve deeper into those bitter memories, a voice broke through my thoughts.
“It’s hard to tackle someone like Sophia, but you
