I watched her go.
Around me, the newsroom slowly returned to life.
A copy editor yelled something across the room about a missing fact-check.
I exhaled.
My hand was shaking slightly. I hadn't noticed until now the adrenaline, the effort of staying calm while someone tried to pick a fight in front of half the staff.
But I had held my ground.
I had said what needed to be said, and I hadn't said it cruelly. Honestly, maybe even kindly.
I looked down at my notes again.
Mason's face flashed through my mind. The way he looked at me in that hallway. The way he said "You came here, didn't you? Why am I the one at fault?"
Right. That was my actual problem. Not Vanessa. Not the office politics.
The problem was Mason Rossi, who had walked back into my life like a storm I hadn't finished r
