I took a deep breath, the enormity of my decision weighing heavily on my shoulders. It was a difficult step to take, but I couldn't deny the sense of camaraderie that had developed between Timothy and me. "Alright, Timothy. I’ll do it, but only if you promise to be there if anything goes wrong." R
While running some errands at the store, I almost missed my phone buzzing in my pocket. I quickly fished it out and my eyes bugged when I saw Timothy’s name pop up on the screen. I was still recovering from out last conversation, and it almost annoyed me how natural he was acting about it all. “
"We'll need to meet with your employer and his lawyer to discuss the terms of the negotiations," Jane explained. " I will be there to represent you, of course, but you will have the freedom to speak for yourself as well." I nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I understand." “And
The next night, I stood outside my former workplace, watching as a group of my female coworkers gathered to leave the office together. I had decided to wait for them, determined to take a step toward mending the strained relationships that had plagued my time at the firm. As they made their way ou
“And we heard about it later,” Beth finished. “Jasper wouldn’t stop talking about it.” I wrung my hands under the table as their words echoed in my mind. Just the mention of Linda sent a violent chill through me. It seemed that Mr. Erickson's actions were not limited to me alone; he’d gotten "Ug
After returning home from the dinner with my former coworkers, I felt a renewed sense of purpose. The information they had shared about Mr. Erickson's behavior had been a significant step toward seeking justice. However, Linda would play a key role in it all. I knew that Linda had been the most se
The drive to the location Linda had provided was filled with anticipation and anxiety. I couldn't help but reflect on the incredible strength and resilience Linda had shown by agreeing to share her painful story with me. It was a testament to her courage and her desire to heal and find closure. As
“What do you even need from me,” Linda said finally. She wiped her lips on the back of her hand and looked in my direction. “What the hell am I supposed to do?” I drew in a deep breath, catching the lost look in her foggy eyes. “I need an impact statement from you, fi you’d be willing. You don’t e