Zerah
The elevator doors opened with a soft chime. I stepped out, heels clicking against the marble floor. My back was straight, my chin high, and not a trace of hesitation on my face. If anyone noticed the shift in me, they didn’t dare comment. I didn’t care what they thought anyway.
I was done.
Done with Ryker. Done with the silence. Done with pretending like he hadn’t turned me into an afterthought.
“Good morning, Miss Zerah,” the receptionist greeted with a smile.
I didn’t smile back, but her nod was polite. “Morning, Lauren. Hold my calls, please.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I moved through the office like I owned the place. I had every right to, considering how much work I'd put in, much more than some of the men around here who only got ahead because of last names or connections. My legs
