"Alright," Felicia said at the end of the meeting, her tone firm as it carried across the room. "This season, the pack pushes harder. By the end of the month, I expect double your usual output. Show me what you're truly capable of. No one slacks." Her words weren't just instructions—they were a command, one that settled heavily over everyone present.
I could feel it immediately. Pressure. Expectation. The kind that tested strength and exposed weakness.
After the meeting, I returned to my office, only for a soft knock to follow. Felicia stepped in, holding a cup of coffee, her expression gentler now that the formal atmosphere had faded. She closed the door behind her, lowering her voice.
"Anastasia, Alice's promotion isn't just a title," she said carefully. "She's already making moves. She'll try to corner you, push you into mistakes. Be careful."
