Rose’s POV
The lobby of Channel 7 felt different as I walked through the glass doors that morning. The usual buzz of chatter, hurried steps, and the faint smell of burnt coffee filled the air. But something else lingered—a tension, perhaps, or maybe it was my nerves playing tricks on me. I adjusted my blazer, inhaled deeply, and stepped forward.
The weight of the past few days sat heavy on my shoulders. My confrontation with Jack, the viral video, and Angelo’s looming threats all spun through my mind like a storm. Returning here wasn’t just about work—it was about proving to myself that I could reclaim control of my life.
As I approached the newsroom, I noticed something unusual. A group of coworkers stood near the entrance, talking in hushed tones. When they saw me, their conversations
