Priscilla’s POV
I collapse into Brenda’s arms, sobs tearing through me. My body shakes, my throat tightens, word spilling in broken fragments. “You don’t understand… he spoke to me like I was nothing. Just an employee.”
Brenda holds me tighter, her familiar scent anchoring me to reality. But the pain is too sharp. His cold eyes, his cutting words, the office that yesterday burned with passion and today feels like a frozen prison.
“Yesterday he wanted me, he burned for me… and today he rejected me like I was a mistake.”
My voice breaks. Brenda strokes my hair, her tone soft but firm. “Priscilla… don’t let this destroy you. You’re worth more than his silence.”
I shook my head, unable to calm down. “You don’t get it… that office… he locked the door, kissed me, possessed me… and now he sa
