Rachel’s POV

I brushed past Darius, my heart rate escalating to a different level, both in pain and in fear.

I knew he was going to get the wrong idea, but I didn’t care; Andrew’s words had hurt me deeply, and I was left suffocated… I just needed fresh air, away from this toxic environment.

I don’t know how long I am going to be able to work here; I am sick and tired of being belittled.

I couldn’t wait for this mission, or whatever my father calls it, to get over with; I ...