“Please, help me, Brandon.”

Eve looked at Brandon with tearful eyes. He was her last hope to avoid being sent to Servaxia and to keep working here.

But when she saw Brandon remove his glasses, clasp his hands together, and give her an apologetic look, Eve knew her hope was slim—if not entirely nonexistent.

“Here’s the thing, Eve—” Brandon sighed, but Eve raised her hand to stop him from continuing.

“I know he’s your boss now,” said Eve.

“Yes.”

“And he has the authority to act however he pleases.”

“You’re right.” Brandon squinted. “I know that tone, Eve. You’re looking for a loophole to twist the situation. So let me...