I stormed out of Terrence’s office before I said something I’d regret. My chest was tight with frustration, my pulse still racing. I needed to get away from him even just for a few minutes before my temper snapped.

Yes, he was my boss. But that didn’t mean I had no right to speak, to feel, to get angry. I was still human, damn it.

I headed straight for the pantry to make myself some coffee, but when I glanced at my wristwatch, I realized it was almost coffee break anyway. Great. So ...