Emily pretended to be hurt. “Ouch, that hurts, girl.” She winked and walked back to her desk, leaving Sophia alone with her thoughts.
As noon approached, Sophia’s nerves were frayed. She’d managed to pull together three drafts using older ideas, but she knew Nina would still find a way to twist things. Just as she was finalizing the third draft, Nina’s voice cut through the office.
“Sophia,” she said, sauntering over. “It’s almost noon. Do you have my drafts?”
Sophia looked up, her heart sinking. But before she could respond, a sharp clap echoed through the room.
“Attention, everyone!” Carla Lennox stood in the doorway, her commanding presence silencing the office. “I have an announcement.”
The room fell silent, and all eyes turned to Carla.
“Sophia Blackwell,” Carla began, her gaze
