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tossed my phone aside.

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elled, my voice break

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, "She has some ner

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my head down. However, my desk was co

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lazing in my cheeks,

ht?" From behind me

all with her arms crossed and a smug

r by saying, "Lila,

"You're the star of the show." The screen wa

don't you?" I

my job. Someone needs to make sure

ok and grinned. About Peter, he is trying to find you. You had

than normal in

the window with his back to me. The ten

e?" My question was hardl

dable. "Are you aware of the ext

surface, "I didn't do this." "This was l

ring hardship. Because of you, clients are doubting our honesty, inve

e, colleagues have made fun of me, and I've been held accountable fo

a second, perhaps sympathy, but i

and do your job until this scandal dies

le for the remai

erywhere I went. The loudest voice was Lila's, and

oud in the break room, she said. "It is likel

ching my fists. It would only be

n my inbox when I eventu

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elt sick. The email w

M, Evelyn, to talk about

zed at the television. Was this

was walking to my executio

ve me a stiff smile as she gr

sweating whe

mplained to us on multiple occasions about you

nything wrong." "All of this

ss of who is responsible," she stated. "We're thinking about o

people are spreading false information about me and le

h the harassment, but you must realize th

part that night, Lila

nquired, pretendi

s into my bag,

re for very long," she stated. "But don't worry. Danie

he matter, Lila? Why do you feel t

imply getting in the way. Instead of a charity cas

ke the tension be

e, Lilia.

she gave me a final gl

was the alterca

r my resignation letter. Weeks had passed since I

ike the onl

tered Peter's office

his desk, his face unrea

before him. "I'm l

roke for the fir

this anymore." "It's too much the harass

e desk, Peter stood.

ing," I fir

t me. "And what are you goin

is," I stated. "My goal is

e softening of his gaze. "A

g heart, I t

, I heard him mutter, almost too

r, I left Peter and the m