Anne's POV
The word ‘Denied’ was burning a hole through my skull.
It stared back at me from Clara’s computer screen, a single, stark Judgement that shattered my last hope for escape. The kind HR representative had delivered the news with an apologetic wince, but the message had been without any arguments. Mr. Clark himself denied the request. He insists your work is too valuable to the core team here.
Valuable. The word was a mockery. I was a commodity to him, an asset. A piece of inconvenient human baggage he now owned and refused to let go of. I thought I would just come here, take my stuffs I left and drop the car but that's not happening any time soon.
I managed a stiff nod, a mumbled “Thank you for trying, Clara,” before fleeing her office. The hallway walls seemed to press in on
