BLURRED LINES
I muttered under my breath.
“Structure,” Ernest replied beside me.
I didn’t look at him when I opposed “oppression.” He gave a faint huff of amusement which I ignored.
People leaned in, reading, reacting; some relieved, some groaning, some already negotiating swaps that clearly weren’t going to happen.
My stomach tightened as I stepped closer because if the email studio pairing was anything to go by, this wouldn’t go my way. I scanned quickly anyway trying to get it over with. Names, numbers, assignments and then…
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