The office was eerily quiet. Most of the employees had already left, leaving April alone with Clara Stevens, who seemed determined to ensure April completed every last task assigned to her.
The silence was broken only by the occasional sound of typing and Clara’s sharp heels clicking as she paced the office, watching April like a hawk.
April’s hands ached, her vision blurred slightly as she focused on finishing the last report. Her stomach growled loudly, a painful reminder of how long it had been since she’d eaten.
“Are you done yet?” Clara’s voice cut through the silence, making April flinch.
“Almost,” April replied, trying to keep her frustration in check.
Clara walked over, peering at the screen with narrowed eyes. “You’d better not be rushing through this. I don’t want sloppy wor
