The weight of humiliation pressed down on me like a thousand-pound stone. Throughout my entire career, I had faced challenges, but never had I felt so belittled, so utterly crushed.
However, everything went downhill when I heard that familiar, cold voice behind me. "Ms. Presley! Let's talk!" Draven's words pierced the air, his tone as chilling as the winter winds.
I turned, my stomach already sinking as I saw him walking towards me. His expression was grim, his eyes as frosty as his words. It was clear this was not a casual conversation.
Whatever we were dealing with, it was much bigger than I had anticipated, and the weight of it all pressed heavily on me. I had spent so long ensuring everything was perfect, so it was a low blow to hurt my entire ethics.
"What do you want to talk
