~ Zoie’s POV ~
- - - - - Two Weeks Later - - - - -
Click. Clack. Click. Clack.
The sound of Zoie’s heels beating against the marble floor echoed through the office hall. She was wearing a white blouse and a black satin skirt. Walking confidently with a big smile on her face, she was beaming with positive vibes, completely different from how she carried herself just two weeks ago.
Two weeks ago, she didn’t even dare wear high heels for fear of what Sylvia might say. Sylvia always had something to say about Zoie’s attire. One time, Zoie wore a dress and Sylvia said it wasn’t “intern” appropriate. Basically, she wanted Zoie to walk around in Keds and sweatpants if possible.
Today, however, things were changing. Sylvia had been transferred to the office branch in Brooklyn. Who knows wha
