Planning Return
“That’s it,” I thought, the decision solidifying in my mind. Tomorrow, I’d return to the office—not alone, but armed with reinforcements and the kind of knowledge they never expected me to have. Whatever came next, I was ready. It was time to take charge, to stop feeling like a stranger in the place I built. Tonight had shown me more than enough. The plan was simple now: reclaim my respect, set the record straight, and remind everyone exactly who they were dealing with.
Planning Return
Restless Night
That night, sleep was out of reach. Every time I shut my eyes, Derek’s smug grin or the mocking faces of the staff flashed through my mind in a relentless montage of humiliation. My thoughts kept circling back to the confrontation—and what tomorrow might bring. Maybe it would offer some closure, but for now, I lay there tossing and turning, trying to calm the storm in my head. The echo of their laughter still lingered, but beneath it all, one thing was clear: this wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.
Restless Night
