The click of Larissa’s heels echoed through the office floor as she strode purposefully toward Megan’s desk. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, but her resolve remained firm. Last night’s dinner with Jasper had left her with a renewed confidence and a determination to stop tolerating Megan’s blatant disrespect.
Megan, perched at her desk, was hunched over her keyboard, typing furiously as though the fate of the world depended on her next keystroke. Her expression was sharp and focused, but the moment Larissa knocked once and entered, Megan’s face twisted into a scowl.
“Did I say you could come in?” Megan sneered, her voice dripping with derision.
Larissa ignored her, closing the door gently behind her. She pulled out the chair opposite Megan, the scrape of metal against the
