Chapter 11 : Business Not Pleasure

*Lena*

My heart raced as I rode the elevator, rehearsing my resignation speech in my head. The fabric of my blazer felt constricting as if conspiring with Zara to keep me trapped in this life I so desperately wanted to leave behind.

“I know it’s short notice, but it’s a family emergency,” I repeated over and over again. I had to get this right.

The doors slid open, and I strode purposefully towards Sylvie’s office. I took a breath, my hand hovering over the partially open door. It was now or never. I knocked once, pushed the door open, and walked in. The sight that greeted me, however, made my jaw drop.

Sylvie’s office, which was always in order, looked like a tornado had torn through it. Papers were strewn across every surface, some fluttering to the floor as if caught in an invisible breeze. Her prized collection of sports memorabilia, usually displayed with meticulous care, was in total disarray.