June

I push the door open quietly, feeling my shoulders sag the moment I step inside.

Today drained every last drop of energy out of me — thanks to Natalya and her never-ending list of "urgent" tasks that magically only apply to me.

I’m exhausted in a way that feels personal.

Everything is spiraling. I’m being blackmailed, cornered, manipulated… and I can’t fight back. I’m too scared. Scared of being judged, of being dragged through the mud, of watching my entire career get ...