I sat at my desk long after Grachelle stormed out of my office, her words still echoing in my head. I had never seen her so angry, so desperate. This wasn’t just a typical Grachelle outburst. It was something deeper, something that made my chest tighten with dread. I couldn’t shake the image of her face: the fury and the fear for Charlie. It had been a wake-up call.
Grachelle was right. I had been blind to Sarah’s actions. I hadn’t wanted to see it, and in doing so, I’d allowed her to overstep. There was no denying that now. The truth was clear: Sarah had been getting too close to Charlie. She had been sneaking around, building trust with him behind my back, and I couldn’t pretend I didn’t see what was happening anymore.
I ran a hand through my hair, the weight of the situation pressing
