~ Zoie’s POV ~

- - - - - Two Weeks Later - - - - -

Click. Clack. Click. Clack.

The sound of Zoie’s heels beating against the marble floor echoed through the office hall. She was wearing a white blouse and a black satin skirt. Walking confidently with a big smile on her face, she was beaming with positive vibes, completely different from how she carried herself just two weeks ago.  

Two weeks ago, she didn’t even dare wear high heels for fear of what Sylvia ...