Abby

My body feels as though it doesn’t belong to me as I stalk to the breakroom. I

feel like a puppet on strings that have been cut, like my limbs are made of lead

and my body might give out from beneath me at any moment.

When I’m alone in the breakroom once again, though, I can’t contain my fury

any longer.

“Dammit!” The word explodes out of my mouth, and without thinking, I whirl

around and let my shoe connect with the wall. There’s a faint but satisfying

crack, and when I pull away, there’s a slight dent where I unleashed my rage.

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It’s almost laughable, seeing how small the dent is. It’s like my own body won’t

even do what I want, let alone the ingredients on that stage out there.

My mind is whirling with so many thoughts that I barely even register the door

creaking open. But then that venomous voice, that voice that I’ll hear in my

nightmares for years to come, slices through the air like an arrow whizzing past

my ear.

“Oh, Abby,” Daniel says, the sneer audible in his voice without me even having

to look at him. I can picture him without even turning around, that horrendous

the corners of his lips. “Having a little tantrum,

on the counter, still not turning to

him.

says,

concerned, aren’t I?”

seems as though that doesn’t

beginning to crumble. “Boy,

there. You know, maybe it really should’ve

It would have saved you

nails digging into my palms despite

anchors me, if only a little.

him see

ever, his

again, it’s fitting, isn’t it? You never belonged here.

a—”

him, my eyes ablaze, my heart pounding in my chest.

he spits out next

little slut who belongs in the bedroom, not

culinary world,” he hisses.

shatters inside of me. My

the distance between us, my eyes shooting daggers

the force of

chef. And an even worse

only widens, that infuriating, cocky smirk of a man who

won. “Struck a nerve, have

my arm tense. Before I

raised, my hand poised to slap him across the

He’s a rat, a cockroach, a stain on

and Karl, but he laughed while

nerve to spit slurs

flick down. He quickly glances at

see it—the flicker of doubt in his gaze, the

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