However, even after she was physically removed from my immediate space, the ghost of her presence lingered. We could still hear her shrill protests echoing down the corridor, a fading siren of desperation. After I finished the call, I let out a long, shuddering breath, feeling the weight of exhaustion settle into my bones. I was in utter disbelief at the sheer audacity of what had just transpired.
"Thank you for your help just now, Miss Burry." I spoke as she walked back toward my desk after closing the heavy oak doors. I let out a weary sigh, rubbing the bridge of my nose to stave off a burgeoning headache. "I'm sorry you had to witness that—and for involving you in something so dreadfully messy."
"I guess it's fine, but will you be alright, Sir?" She paused, her head tilting slightly as she studied my face. "She doesn't seem like the type of person who takes rejection particularly well."
