I feel the noose around my neck, the silent threat of becoming a ghost if I misstep.
The meeting drags on, each moment stretching into the next.
My mind races, cataloging every word, every shift in tone.
The boss’s gaze is sharp, probing, searching for any sign of weakness.
I hold my ground, my face a mask of compliance.
The daughter remains silent, her eyes downcast, her expression unreadable.
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