The hum of the office was a constant, steady buzz that usually helped Emily focus, but today, it only made her feel trapped. The once-safe space of her workspace now felt suffocating, each ringing phone and keyboard tap serving as a reminder of the pressure building around her. Ever since Alex had become more involved in the project, the air seemed heavier, and her decisions felt less and less like her own.
She stared blankly at the email on her screen, one of dozens that Alex had sent over the past few days. It was the same message, veiled in professionalism, but the intent was clear: Alex wanted her fully under his control.
Alex Bennett: Let’s discuss your next career step—there’s a position in New York you’d be perfect for. We can talk after the meeting tomorrow.
Her fingers hovered
