At Midnight, My Boss Knocked on My Door in Tears—While I Held the Order to Destroy Her

the pavement just as it had weeks earlier. This time, I was the one knocking.

Inside, she looked smaller somehow—no tailored suit, no armor. Just a tired woman in a space too quiet for someone who had spent her life fighting.

“They’re forcing me to lie,” I said. “They’re planning to destroy you.”

She studied my face, searching for doubt, for fear.

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