Whispers follow me as I make my way across the floor; each one feels like needles pricking beneath my feet, making my step falter a few times.
I hate this feeling.
I've known they all never actually liked me but act nice because of my brother, yet I still feel sad, knowing I have been right all along.
I force myself to ignore them, clutching my phone tightly as I hurry toward Luke’s cubicle.
However, his chair is empty when I arrive. My heart sinks.
“Looking for Luke?” a voice drawls from behind me. I turn to see Lucinda, one of the senior designers, leaning lazily against her cubicle, arms crossed over her chest. The smirk on her face was sharp enough to cut glass.
I can't believe they are all enjoying my downfall this much.
But I smile, adjusting my glasses to hide my uneasiness,
