Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 939:

Still not ready to call it quits, she lingered in the shade near the steps, then pushed herself onward toward her next destination.

By sunset, she finally exited the last building on her list, her limbs heavy and her spirit worn thin.

She hadn’t had so much as a sip of water since the morning, and her entire body ached from exhaustion. Perched on the edge of a nearby flowerbed, she rubbed her calves and tilted her face to the fading sky.

Just as she steadied herself to get up and head home, a sharp, threatening voice tore through the air. “Pamela Graves! There you are! Took me long enough to find you! Thought you could just disappear, huh?”

Yvonne turned, brows knitted. A thickset man stood in the plaza, eyes burning as he snarled at a woman who had just exited the building.

“I’ve said it before—the layoffs weren’t my call. It came from the higher-ups; I didn’t have a choice,” the woman replied, her tone weary, as if she’d explained it a hundred times already.

man wasn’t having it. “Don’t give me that crap. I don’t care who signed the papers—you’re the one who fired me. I’m jobless now,

you any severance at

amount? You think I can survive on that? I want two hundred grand—nothing less,” he barked, clenching his fists, his

not happening. Everyone’s package followed the same guidelines—you got what you were owed,” the woman

anymore. He was too

man had been fired and was blaming the woman, despite the fact that she was simply delivering her superior’s orders. Still, none of that mattered to the

seconds, and without warning,

others. If she hadn’t seen it with her own

𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺: ⲅⱥ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀．ⅽ𝗼𝗺

teeth and charged forward, ignoring the

into slits as he glared at Yvonne. He shoved her, the force catching her off balance