Scarlet
The office looked the same as it always had—polished floors, muted tones, and the distant hum of printers and murmured conversations. But today, it felt different.
Or maybe I was the one who had changed.
I walked through the familiar hallways with purpose, my bag slung over my shoulder. The sooner I got this over with, the better. I have already sent the resignation to him, and as I was an intern; this was just a formality.
One more tie severed.
One step closer to freedom.
I had worked at Blackwood Enterprises for nearly two months now, juggling school and my shifts, grateful for the opportunity despite everything that came with it. I have suffered a lot in these four walls of this office.
Now? Now, I can’t take this anymore.
My wolf stirred uneasily as I approached my desk
