~~~Anya~~~
Something had changed.
Not the whispers, because those were still there. But now, they were mixed with something else. Respect. Curiosity. And a little bit of fear, if I should call it that.
It was morning, I noticed the changes the moment I stepped into Ridgewood Holdings. The elevator doors opened at the executive floor, and some employees immediately looked towards my direction.
Few of them quickly looked away. While others didn't.
One of the junior analysts whose desk is close to mine simply nodded at me. “Good morning miss Anya,” he said justly. That alone was enough to make three nearby assistants stare at him in awe. Those same people had been the one whispering about my rejection yesterday. Today they were suddenly interested in being polite to me again.
I walked
