A gentle knock broke the suffocating silence in the small meeting room.
Both Sienna and Mia instinctively turned toward the door, their movements almost synchronized, as if their bodies had already learned to react together under pressure.
The door opened slightly, and a female staff member peeked in, her expression polite but cautious, as though she could sense the tension lingering inside the room.
"Sienna, Mia..." She started nervously. "Anna asks you both to go to the meeting room upstairs."
The words were simple, but the weight behind them was anything but light. It felt suffocating for Sienna and Mia.
Sienna felt her chest tighten for a brief second. Still, she forced her expression to remain steady as she gave a small nod. "Thank you..."
The staff member didn’t linger. She closed the door quietly behind her, leaving the two of them alone again.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
After taking another deep breath, Sienna slowly turned her head toward Mia, only to be taken aback by her friend’s condition.
Mia’s face had gone completely pale, as if every drop of color had drained away. Her lips were pressed tightly together, and her eyes held that fragile, trembling look of someone trying very hard not to cry.
Sienna inhaled quietly, steadying herself before speaking.
"Let’s go, Mia..." she said, her tone deliberately light, almost teasing. "I don’t plan to make Angie lose her sanity waiting for us."
Mia let out a small breath that sounded more like a shaky exhale than a laugh, but she nodded anyway.
Sienna stood first, gripping her folder firmly, as if holding onto it would somehow keep her confident.
Outwardly, she looked calm, composed, and confident. But inside, her thoughts were anything but steady.
She could only hope.
Hope that whatever was waiting upstairs wouldn’t end with the words she feared the most...Fired.
She could accept many things. A transfer. A demotion. Even being sent to a branch far away where no one knew her name.
But losing this job? That was not something she could just accept without a fight.
Not when her father’s debt still lingered like a shadow over her life.
Not when this paycheck was the only thing holding everything together.
Her jaw tightened slightly as she pushed those thoughts aside.
One step at a time.
...
They had barely stepped out into the hallway when their path was suddenly blocked.
Sienna halted instantly, her gaze lifting to meet the familiar figure standing in front of them.
Anna, Angie’s assistant. She leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed, lips curved into a mocking smile that didn’t even try to hide its intention.
"Well, well...Look what we have here. Our office’s ugly tramps." Anna’s voice dripped with amusement as she mocked them, and her eyes condescendingly examined the two of them. "Hey, why do you both look so grim? What is this? Heading to a funeral?"

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