MELISSA'S POV

The next morning, my alarm jolted me awake. It was already 7:30am. I rushed to take a quick bath and called a cab. Just a few minutes later, we were already on the road to the studio. My heart was burning with rage, every mile intensifying the storm brewing inside me.

Few minutes later, the cab stopped in front of the studio and for a long moment I just sat there, staring up at the tall glass building I once used to look at with pride. The place that had given me dreams, ...