Emma

“Please, let me go,” I plead as his grip on me grows tighter with each ticking seconds. The weight of the options given to me suffocates me. “I will type the pages.”

He breaks into a tight smile, loosening his grip on me. I stagger back but catch my steps in time.

The files almost slip from my grasp, I quickly hold the files firmly, drawing them closer to my chest.

Clutching the files as though they are a lifeline I can't allow to slip away, I stand frozen.

“It's a good thing you made the perfect choice,” his eyes gleaming in satisfaction. With his back turning against me,...