Her anger nearly clouded her judgment. She knew she didn't need to hit it, but she couldn't help it. As she stormed away from his office, there was only one voice speaking to her.
Clara’s footsteps echoed sharply in the hallway as she stormed down to her office. Her fists were clenched at her sides with her lips were tight, and her breathing was uneven. The sting of humiliation was still fresh on her cheeks. When she reached her office door, she fumbled with the keys, her fingers trembled as she tried to jam the right one into the lock.
"Ughh!" She hissed in frustration.
The metal refused to yield until she paused, took a sharp breath, and forced herself to calm down. After a few seconds, she tried again. This time, she slotted the right key in the lock with ease, and it clicked as she
