I was halfway through reviewing the quarterly sales data when Martin stormed into my office. No knock. No courtesy. Just a loud, deliberate entrance meant to rattle. Typical.
“Elena,” he barked, tossing a file onto my desk. “We need to talk. Now.”
I glanced at the folder, then at the man I’d worked under for the last four years. Martin Reece, the kind of man who never looked twice at women in the office unless he needed coffee or someone to organize his calendar. He liked power, and more than that, he liked reminding others that he had it.
Still, I stayed calm. I always did.
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