Then came the email, circulated anonymously, pinning blame on my supposed inefficiencies.
It was a gut punch, the words echoing my deepest insecurities.
The following day, a termination notice landed on my desk without ceremony.
No negotiation, no room for appeal.
Just a sterile declaration of my dismissal.
The air felt heavier, the world colder.
And through it all, the man’s face lingered in my mind.
His eyes, the moment he’d looked at me.
I couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d seen something in me.
But what?
