Amara
She was shaking when she arrived at her office. Every part of her screamed at her to turn around and leave, to leave this building and never come back. But she couldn't. She needed this job. Needed the safety of knowing that she wasn't going to be living on the streets. What she wouldn't give to be able to catch her breath, gather herself. But she didn't even get that. Not with all the blasted glass. Anyone passing by her office would see her shattering.
She hated this setup already.
She closed the door quietly, despite not having needed to. Take a breath, she let her gaze traverse the office. Smaller than Leo's but as contemporary. Stainless steel desk, leathered office chair, two guest chairs before her own, and small seating area consisting of an armchair and coffee table. Not
