Rising from the Quiet Storm
It felt like a thousand needles were pricking her heart, the pain leaving her breathless.
"Jen, please. Help me."
Alfred's cry yanked her back to there and then, and Jennifer's face was a mix of emotions as she turned to us and said, "Ms. Smith, you might be influential, but isn't it a bit low to use it to pick on my secretary out of spite?"
Suddenly, Sienna charged forward, jabbing a finger at Alfred, her voice dripping with dissatisfaction.
"This man started it by picking on my father! He tossed his bracelet and was about to slap him!"
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