Alethea

Why did he have to call me by my name in front of the entire board?" I think as I fight to keep a neutral expression.

I’ve worked tirelessly to climb the ranks, and the last thing I need is anyone whispering that I’ve been given special treatment.

“Yes, sir,” I reply, with a steady voice as I turn to face him, my face carefully schooled into professionalism.

“I’d like a word with you,” he says, with a calm voice.

The moment he says the words. Chairs scrape against the polished floor as everyone starts gathering their belongings.

I stiffen, heat creeping up my neck. Why does he have...