Another Friday morning came, and Mia positioned herself in front of her mirror, flattening the creases from her blouse. She slung her bag over her shoulder, feeling an unexpected sense of ease as she made her way to work.
For once, the week had been decent—certainly better than the string of rough ones she’d endured.
Zac had been unexpectedly nice, even enjoying a peaceful lunch with her earlier in the week. It may not have been significant, but it was sufficient to make her feel… acknowledged—perhaps even valued.
Upon entering the office, a slight, authentic smile graced her lips. As she approached her desk, she greeted her coworkers cheerfully, the quiet clicks of her heels blending into the background.
However, a sudden beep from the intercom demanded her attention.
Taking a stead
