BELLE
I don’t remember walking out of his office. All I remember was how his words clung to my skin like frostbite.
“She looks like someone who'd sleep around to climb the social ladder.”
My chest tightened. It felt like a part of me was being ripped apart.
As if that wasn't enough, my brain kept on replaying every damn word like a loop.
“You of all people should know her type doesn't belong here.”
My type.
That is all I'd ever be to him. Some gold-digging w***e who was lucky enough to have a resume.
My hands trembled as I reached the end of the hallway, the edges of my vision blurring with hot tears.
I ran into the restroom, and collapsed almost immediately. Tears streamed down my cheeks as sweat drenched my skin.
It felt like my whole body was set on fire, as my heart burned
