EZRA
“You don't get to talk to me like that.”
No one's said that to me in years.
No one's had the nerve.
And yet, there she stands — shaking, yes, but unflinching, daring to challenge me, in my own boardroom.
Is this bravery or foolishness?
But still, I've seen that look.
I wore it once.
Back when I still thought emotion was a strength.
Before I learned better.
I watch as she walks out like a storm, no apologies, no backward glance, just fury. And for the first time in a long time, I find myself… speechless.
The door clicks shut behind her and the silence she leaves behind is deafening.
My lips form into a thin line and I sit back on my chair and pick up my pen.
My newly assigned assistant clears her throat and I spare her a glance and pick up a pen, watching as she fiddles w
