Tabitha’s POV
I can hear footsteps in the distance, getting closer. My body tenses, a sickening dread curling in my stomach as the sound grows louder, more distinct. It’s not the usual rhythm of the guards. This is different—slower, heavier. Whoever is coming, they want me to know they’re approaching.
The air in the room feels heavier, more suffocating, as if it’s waiting for something terrible to happen. My heart races, pounding in my chest as I try to brace myself for what’s coming.
Then the door creaks open.
A figure steps into the room, and I know immediately that this is him—the boss. There’s an air of authority around him, a dark presence that fills the space. He’s tall, his suit immaculate, not a hair out of place, as if this is just another business meeting for him. His face i
