Shayla
I step into my office, close the door softly behind me, and let out a shaky exhale. My heart is pounding, and the dull ache in my temples intensifies the moment my phone buzzes again—yet another notification that someone online is mentioning my name. Not in a friendly way, either. It seems that no matter how many times I try to focus on my job and maintain a semblance of normalcy, Caroline and Rebecca are ramping up their attacks, determined to undermine me at every turn. It's been two weeks of constant harassment: cryptic interviews where they drop my name in the worst possible context, social media posts claiming I'm untrustworthy, unfit, and incompetent in my work. And that's just the tip of the iceberg.
