You stared at the intercom.
Nina mouthed, Equity?
For one dangerous second, the old part of you woke up.
The ambitious part.
The exhausted but hungry part.
The woman who had spent years being almost promoted, almost credited, almost included, almost protected.
Then you remembered Lucia sliding that file across the desk.
Performance below standards.
$730.
Sign here.
“No,” you said again.
Alejandro’s voice lowered.
“Sofia, this is not just about money. The division is collapsing. Kira won’t speak to anyone. Morrison’s legal team is threatening a breach claim. The Seoul partnership is asking if you left because of misconduct. We have a board call in three hours.”
“That sounds stressful.”
“Sofia.”
“You wanted company standards,” you said. “Enjoy them.”
Nina covered her mouth.
Alejandro was quiet for several seconds.
Then he said, “Please. At least tell me why Lucia did this.”
You closed your eyes.
That was the first real question.
