ZOE
I couldn't say anything to him, or could I? His words about people not understanding when something was over, echoed over and over like a dance rehearsal. I hated that my legs trembled whenever he was around. I didn't want it to happen because while my mind adamantly refused to say no, my body clung to feeling something for him.
I didn't want to lose my mind.
If hell had an outpost, it would be my office. The murmur felt different after what happened. It was no longer just gossip; it was whispers with hidden laughter. And the worst part was that as soon as I entered, everything went silent.
The kind of silence born not out of respect, but out of hypocrisy. I gritted my teeth and tried to focus on the screen. I couldn't tell Nikolai about what had happened with the office gossip. Ab
