Many months later
I kept my head down at work. I didn't get involved in anything unnecessary. I did what was asked and left when I was done.
The office was a sleek, steel and glass kind of place; high ceilings, chrome fixtures, and the constant low hum of productivity.
I blended in easily. Just another employee in a sea of black blazers and sensible heels.
No one knew who I was. Not really.
They knew my name, Alora, and that I was efficient. That I never missed a deadline, never complained.
And once in a while, I was nice enough to take on extra work. I liked helping out with our foreign clientele, even though it was nowhere near my job description.
I worked in strategy and performance under a woman named Haley Moore, who hated me from the moment I walked in.
Maybe it was my face. She'd hinted at it before. Or maybe it was the way my hair had grown longer now, softer around the edges of who I used to be.
