It was Glexan, standing near the photocopier, his posture rigid. He didn’t seem to notice her approach as she paused, deciding whether to pass by or speak. The silence felt heavy, but something about the way he was standing made her uneasy.

Just as she began to turn away, he spoke, his voice low. “Zenka, right?”

Amylee froze. “Yes?”

Glexan slowly turned toward her, his cold eyes narrowing. “You’re doing well… a little too well, maybe. But don’t get too comfortable.”

She frowned, confused by his tone. “What do you mean?”

“Let’s just say… not everyone around here is a fan of someone who doesn’t know their place.” His words were cryptic, but the underlying threat was clear.

Before she could respond, he gave a tight-lipped smile and walked past her, his footsteps echoing down the hallway.

Amylee stood there, the tension in the air thick with unspoken warnings. She couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was out to undermine her. She’d thought she was blending in, working hard to prove herself without the shadow of her father’s influence. But now, she couldn’t help but wonder if her quest for independence had just made her a target.

The next day, the sabotage began.

Someone had tampered with her project files—details missing, numbers altered, everything just enough to make her look incompetent. Glexan’s cold gaze met hers as he tossed the documents in front of her.

“I don’t know what you’re playing at, Zenka, but this won’t fly,” he sneered.

She felt her heart race, but she didn’t back down. This wasn’t the time to show weakness.

“I didn’t do this,” she said firmly, locking eyes with him. “And I’ll prove it.”

But deep down, she knew this was just the beginning. Whoever was behind this wasn’t going to let her succeed without a fight.

Moral: Some battles aren’t just about proving your worth—they’re about surviving the forces determined to tear you down.