After he left, I closed the door and quickly locked it, leaning back to start opening the envelope. Despite knowing it was wrong, there was a strange force urging me to open it, perhaps driven by curiosity. I quickly took out the two pages of paper.

I started reading them, but before I could finish, tears streamed down my face. I held back my sobs as I stared at the papers.

"No, this can't be, he can't do this to me." I quickly returned the papers to the drawer, not bothering to lock it as I swiftly left his office.

After reading the contents of those papers, I tried to...