HIS REVENGE, HER REDEMPTION
“Good.”
She walked away, heels clicking decisively against the floor.
The whispers didn’t stop after that, but they changed. They softened. Less curiosity, more watchfulness. As if they were waiting to see if I would trip, if I would prove them right.
By late afternoon, I was adjusting Austin’s schedule for the third time when a notification popped up on my screen.
Mr. Rivers: Bring the files. Now.
I stood immediately, gathering the folder and tablet.
As I walked toward his office, I could feel the attention follow me quieter now, sharper. The door closed behind me with a soft click, sealing me off from the noise.
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