Chelsea left Savannah’s office, her cheeks still stinging from the slap. She kept her head down, trying to mask her tears with her hair as she hurried down the hall. But as hard as she tried, the lump in her throat grew bigger, and eventually, a tear slipped down her cheek, followed by another. She quickly swiped at them, trying to keep herself together.
Her steps echoed in the hallway, empty save for her broken pride. The pain wasn’t just from Savannah’s slap; it was from the realization that she’d failed. She’d been discarded like a useless piece of trash, cut off without a second thought. She wanted to serve Savannah with everything she had but now she could no longer do it.
She couldn’t let her sobs break free here—not where anyone might hear.
Turning a corner, Chelsea was suddenly
