♥ Chloe ♥
The office felt different that morning. Not louder. Not quieter. Just colder. I stepped out of the elevator, coffee in hand, as I tried to shake off the weekend haze that still clung to me like a secret perfume. My heels clicked softly across the marble, and everything looked normal. But something wasn’t right. Eyes followed me. Not the usual kind of glances. These weren’t curious or polite. They were sharp. Whisper-filled. People looked at me, then quickly looked away. I passed two interns I had spoken to last week, and neither of them returned my smile. Ok. That was weird. By the time I made it to my desk, the stares had turned into full-blown glares. It was as if I had walked in wearing a scarlet letter. Or a billboard that said villain across my chest. I sat down slowly, and
