The Price of My Past

Kelly

It had been a week since my real identity leaked.  

Seven days of waking up to my name being torn apart on the news, seven days of watching protesters chant outside my office, demanding that I step down.  

And today, the board made it official.  

"For the sake of our public image, we advise you to resign immediately," one of the executives had said, his voice clipped.

It wasn’t a request.  

I sat in my living room, staring at my untouched cup of tea, trying to convince myself that this was just another storm I’d weather. But the truth was, this time felt different.  ...