Tristan Michelson
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A week had passed since the HR circus, and the office had become quieter than usual. They didn’t gossip about Nicole anymore, but they still stared at her. I wasn’t sure how she felt about it because I had not gotten the time to talk to her yet. We were both busy.
I was swamped with meetings and after the last board meeting, I was more than tempted to go home, have a drink, and get some sleep. Unfortunately, I wasn’t that lucky as I still had work to do.
A few employees glanced up when I stepped out of the elevator, offering quick nods or murmured greetings before returning to burying their faces in their monitors. I barely registered them.
My eyes caught movement at the far end of the floor.
A woman was packing her things into a cardboard box with stiff, angry
