From Servant To Survivor

"I'm resigning." The words felt heavy on my tongue, the crisp white envelope a symbol of escape.

My HR director, bless her kind heart, urged me to reconsider, yet I walked away, my steps measured, a desperate fight against the urge to shatter the office's perfect silence.

Instead of going down, I went up-to Mark Johnson' s office. Tech mogul. My sister Emily's ex-fiancé. The man who owned my life.

I whispered, "I can' t do this anymore." His mocking reply: "Did you forget the debt you owe?"