ELION

The silence inside my office was louder than the traffic thirty floors below. I stared at the chaos below, flickering my lighter and burning the pad of my thumb

My chest was tight, too tight to breathe properly

I think it would be accurate to say I was having a midlife crisis, or something worse.

*From today onward, Mr Fitzpatrick treats me like your contract, and I will treat you like mine. No truths, no care, and abouselty no feelings of any sort between us* Loretta's harsh words played over and over in my mind like a broken record hellbent on destroying my sanity

That tightness in my chest...