Freya
I stared at the beautiful woman standing confidently before me, noting her designer outfit that probably cost more than my monthly salary. Sherry's gaze flickered over me with barely concealed assessment, though her smile remained perfectly professional.
"Hello, Freya," she extended her manicured hand with practiced enthusiasm. "I'm Sherry. Please guide me in the next few days."
Selene bristled inside me, her instincts sensing what I already suspected – this wasn't just a new colleague, but my replacement. Still, I kept my composure, shaking her hand firmly.
"You're too polite," I replied evenly.
"I graduated from CrescentMoon University with a master's degree this June," she continued, her voice carrying that particular tone of someone who believed credentials equal
