Chelsea stood in the middle of Savannah’s lavish office, her head bowed, her shoulders slumped in defeat. She dared not lift her eyes to meet the woman’s gaze as she finished recounting her failure. Her heart pounded in her chest, the weight of dread settling heavily in her gut. The silence that followed her words was thick, the tension in the air almost suffocating.
Savannah sat behind her desk, her hands clasped together as she studied Chelsea with an intensity that made the younger woman’s skin crawl. The rich, dark wood of the desk gleamed in the soft light streaming in from the tall windows, but the luxury of the space did nothing to ease Chelsea's nerves.
Savannah’s voice was a whisper at first, dangerously quiet. “Repeat what you just said.”
Chelsea swallowed hard, her voice trem
