The moment I stepped into Aidan’s office, the rage in me burned brighter than the city skyline behind his desk. I didn’t knock. I didn’t care. He needed to hear this.
“I quit!” I shouted, my voice echoing off the sleek glass walls. It’s only my second day on the job, but it already feels like I’ve had a taste of hell. Yesterday was non-stop chaos…no time to breathe, no chance to relax. At one point, he sent me to the ground floor to grab something from the printer. I didn’t even have time to question it. The elevator was broken, so I had to sprint down a flight of stairs because he gave me just ten minutes.
By the time I made it back to his office, I was out of breath, sweating, and ready to collapse. And there he was—calm as ever, sipping his third cup of coffee like he had all the time
