Ben let out a short behind her, mocking laugh.
“Lawyers?” he scoffed. “Please. Don’t flatter yourself, Lena. You’re not that important, and financially you could not afford it to take it against the company. You can barely cover your expenses every month.”
That was when Marianne snapped.
“Ben,” the HR director said sharply, her professional mask cracking for the first time, “that’s enough.”
But the damage was already done.
Lena didn’t dignify him with a glance. She opened the door and walked out.
The moment she stepped into the hallway, her composure shattered.
Her hands began to tremble violently. Her legs felt weak, as if they might give out beneath her at any second. She kept walking—one step, then another—driven by sheer willpower and the burning need to get out before she compl
