Two years of working a job she was overqualified for. Ezra had finally had enough! She wanted more for herself and her future. Seeing her boss's girlfriend get the position she had worked so hard for motivated her to leave and finally stand up for h...
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The bold represents the past.
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I sat quietly in the plush chair, my fingers tapping nervously on the sleek surface of my phone. The screen displayed the time—almost three in the afternoon. It hadn't been easy getting here, especially with Luca's men tailing me every step of the way. They were like shadows, always lurking, always watching. I had noticed recently that their numbers had increased, more men in black suits appearing whenever I tried to slip away. Why the sudden surge in security? I couldn't say for sure. It used to be somewhat manageable to evade them, but now, no matter how cleverly I tried to disappear, they always seemed to find me.
Today, though, I managed to lose them, at least for a little while. It had taken everything I had—ducking into crowded streets, taking unexpected turns, and blending in with the bustling city around me. But I knew it wouldn't be long before they caught up, tracking me down like they always did. Time was running out.
I arrived at the lawyer's office an hour ago, slipping in unnoticed. The receptionist had directed me to a small, elegantly furnished waiting room, assuring me that Mr. Park would be with me shortly. "Just fifteen minutes," she had said with a polite smile.
But now, as I stared at the time on my phone, I realized that those fifteen minutes had stretched into an hour. Did he forget about me? The thought gnawed at my already restless mind. I shifted in my seat, glancing around the room. The walls were adorned with framed diplomas and certificates, proof of the lawyer's expertise, but they did little to soothe my anxiety.
The soft hum of the office air conditioning was the only sound that could be heard but it wasn't as loud as the chaos swirling in my mind. My thoughts raced—what if they had already found me? What if Luca knew where I was? My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing in the silence.
Just as I was about to stand up and ask the receptionist for an update, the door finally creaked open. Mr. Park, a tall man with graying hair and sharp, calculating eyes, stepped into the room. He offered me a polite nod, his expression unreadable.
"I apologize for the delay, Ezra," he said, his voice smooth and professional. "There were some unexpected matters that required my attention."
I forced a smile, though my patience was wearing thin. "It's fine," I replied, though it wasn't. "But I've been waiting a while. I just want to get this over with."
He gestured for me to follow him into his office, a spacious room lined with bookshelves and dominated by a large wooden desk. "Of course. Let's get started, shall we?"
