BLAIR POV
For one hundred and one days of working in Ronnell's company, I arrived at the office at eight a.m., sat down at my desk, flipped open a notepad, and neatly wrote my schedule down. And at the bottom, following the notation for the last meeting of the day.
I pulled open the drawer of my desk to restock them with candy. Those were the only things that allowed me to release a tiny drip of the anger I swallowed down daily. When Ronnell's demands became unbearable, I used them to sort my own anger. I took out the file, and ran my fingers over it before sighing deeply.
The therapist I'd been forced to see when I was a young teen would definitely be proud of me right now. Once I had gone through the file and my desk was back to its neat position. I ran through my usual routine befo
