The way Racheal had smirked that morning… it hadn’t been ordinary.
It had been the kind of smile meant to sting. And now, standing outside her workplace with a termination letter clutched in her trembling hands, Olivia finally understood why.
Her chest tightened. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision. Of all the things Racheal could’ve done, why this? Why take her job?
Her only job.
A job she’d fought to keep with resilience. A place she showed up to early, stayed late, and never complained. She wasn’t just let go. She was erased.
And the worst part? She couldn’t even confront Racheal. She had no proof. Just a gut-deep certainty burning inside her that this had Racheal's fingerprints all over it.
And Mrs. Churchill?
That hurt too.
The woman had always been kind to her. W
