Cracks Beneath the Surface
As Tessa Ford walked into the office building, her heels kept striking the polished marble floor with quiet defiance. She is getting bold and classy. She had recently taken over her new position in her new glass-walled office when a voice from one of the offices echoed through the hallway outside.
“She probably slept her way into that position. Blake West’s gold-digger, not a director.”
Tessa stood frozen for a second. Her ears pulsed with every frantic beat of her heart. She pushed the glass door open widely, her eyes narrowing from side to side as she scanned the open workspace. A young man—maybe in his mid-twenties—was having a discussion and laughing with a few others at the edge of the wide office. His words sliced the air, loud and sharp.
“You. What
