Demoting Vanessa: Part Four

The insistent ping of her phone was another chain around her neck. It yanked her toward the break room, leaving her hatred in the dust while her body obeyed. Vanessa knew exactly what was waiting for her. That was the worst part. Her crisp suit rustled with every involuntary step, the heels of her expensive pumps tapping out a defiant rhythm on the tile.

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