A group of coworkers escorted Linnea out of my office, and Mara did not miss the chance to pick up Linnea's remark and turn it against me.
"It's just that you can't stand seeing Linnea do well, so you claim she's being dishonest. You have to go tomorrow."
In the past, my feelings toward Linnea Oakmere were those of someone who had guided her and held high hopes for her.
There were times I worried when she struggled to master a skill, just as I would for a close friend.
I had noticed faint signs that her attitude toward me was shifting, and my disappointment had built up little by little.
Still, I had not been completely unprepared for her turning against me.
As for Mara Corbray, she was my assistant. She was the person in this office who had worked alongside me through countless task
