Isabella Martinez stood in front of her desk, her eyes cast down, the overwhelming sense of helplessness and the inability to articulate it made her mind whirl rapidly.
Of course, she knew she had made a mistake, but the premise that she knew she was wrong was that this woman, Amelia Cobb, was too dominant.
She pushed you little by little into a corner with her soft words, making the pressure from all sides crash down on you.
She rendered you immobile, didn't say much, but every move packed a lethal trample.
"Secretary Martinez, are you alright?"
Isabella snapped back from her thoughts, slowly shaking her head, "I'm fine."
The man looked at her, wanted to say something, but said nothing and slowly walked away.
"Isabella, come here," Juliet Walker passed by the door.
She held an envelope in her hand, and they both walked away, leaving the office door.
