THEA
They say pressure makes diamonds.
I say it exposes fractures.
It's been exactly 15 days since I walked out of that café, holding the shards of my pride like they were fine china.
Since then, I've buried myself in work.
Buried so deep that sometimes I forgot to breathe.
Ezra Harrington, my grumpy wicked pants asshole of a boss makes sure of that.
He doesn’t just expect excellence, he demands perfection before you even know what it looks like.
And he wanted it yesterday.
I’ve pulled more all-nighters in the past four weeks than I have since founding HMA.
And yet, I show up.
Just like today.
Eyeliner sharp, heels sharper, chin high.
Because I earned this title.
Every shred of it.
But apparently, not everyone agrees.
I step into the elevator, not bothering to slide off my
