Sophia's POV
The Tuesday morning air felt lighter, a welcome change after the tension of the weekend. I hummed a little tune as I walked through the familiar halls of Lance corporation, my cleaning supplies neatly organized in a trolley. I wanted to keep things light today, to push aside the lingering worries about being treated with scorn. I remember the word of a long time friend, being worried only get you old. Therefore, I decided to keep things simple and take it one step at a time.
Angela, with her bright, cheerful demeanor, caught me by the breakroom. “Morning, Sophia! Ready to tackle the beast?” she chirped, a wide grin on her face. Angela was one of the few bright spots in this cleaning department, her easygoing nature a refreshing contrast to the usual stiffly presence of the
