Chapter 3

Thomas was yelling so hard that his face turned red. He slammed his hand on the desk, making a loud bang.

"Claire, you think I'll go soft on you just because you've been here for so long? No. I'm not falling for your tricks. If you want to leave, then get out," he snapped.

I kept my cool, handed him a black pen, and pointed to where he needed to sign. "Alright, Mr. Simmons. Please sign here," I said calmly.

He stared at me in disbelief, not expecting me to be so decisive.

He took the pen and signed his…