“Who did this?", I demand, my voice trembling.
I clench my fists, lips quivering with rage as my eyes sweep over the faces in the room. Their solemn eyes stare back at me and they murmur within themselves. Except for Rachel.
She and her entourage erupt into mocking laughter, their cackles echoing through the room. I grit my teeth, fuming as their voices pierce through my heart. Their gleeful faces confirm my suspicions – they're the culprits. I swallow the lump in throat and drag my feet towards the mess.
My eyes scan the devastation. My carefully crafted project, once a meticulous stack, now lies in shambles. Papers scatter everywhere, some torn, others crumpled.
And then, I spot it—my pen drive, once my security blanket, now lay on the floor, crushed beyond recognition.
A wave of p
