Chapter 180 one hundred and eighty

A Ifeoma 1.3k words

ELORA

Nothing about the office interested me anymore.

Not the sleek glass windows that once felt like a dream, not the quiet humming of keyboards, or the steady rhythm of people walking through the pristine hallways in overpriced shoes. I sat at my desk, staring blankly at the screen in front...

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