Hazel laughed behind her hand and raised her arm. "You mean this?"

Sophia looked at her wrist - yes, it was cut, but not deep. She'd already bandaged it herself.

"Looks like you've thought of your conditions for resignation."

Hazel's smile vanished instantly, her eyes turning dark. "I'm not resigning!"

Sophia casually pushed open a door, dragged out a chair, and sat down.

"You were let go because your work wasn't up to par. Mr. ...