Wrong Girl, Right Love
“She is not eligible. Not for the next round, not for this company, not even for the parking lot. You can leave, Annabel. Now.”
The words hit me like a physical blow. The air in the room felt thin, and for a moment, the world tilted on its axis. Not eligible. All my dreams, my mother’s sacrifices, my future—all thrown into the trash because of a moment of temper.
I looked at the trash can, then back at his arrogant, smug face. I couldn't breathe.