Emma’s POV
The next day, walking back into the office felt like stepping into the lion’s den, my heels clicked against the polished floor as I tried to maintain some semblance of composure.
The events of the previous day still swirled in my head, Jeff’s fury, Sam’s emotional pleas, and the suffocating tension that had turned my life upside down.
But this was work, I needed to keep it together.
As soon as I entered the open office space, however, it became painfully clear that keeping it together was going to be nearly impossible. Whispers rippled through the room, and I could feel the weight of every single pair of eyes on me.
I clutched my bag tightly, pretending not to notice the blatant stares and the hushed conversations.
“Good morning Emma.” Rachel greeted, her tone far too chee
