After a brief handover with HR, Bianca picked up her box of personal items and headed for the exit, aware of the company’s eyes on her as she walked through the lobby.
“Bianca.” Zoey appeared in the hallway, swiftly closing the gap between them and stopping Bianca in her tracks.
Bianca turned to see Zoey, still elegant in her usual style—a sleek black silk wrap dress—showing strong confidence and professional composure despite the situation.
Zoey crossed her arms, flashing a smile that Bianca could only interpret as a smug sneer.
In a low voice audible only to them, Zoey murmured, “Bianca, do you really think your resignation and a few tweets can damage my reputation? You’re naive. This trend will pass, and today’s events will be forgotten in days. You’ve achieved nothing; you just lost your job for nothing. Why did you do it?”