C42 Rhea strikes

Daphne

Every desk, every cubicle, every quiet hallway seemed to whisper her name: Rhea.

She was everywhere. Even when I couldn’t see her, I could feel her presence — that suffocating, intoxicating aura that screamed, I’m better, I’m prettier, I’m stronger, I’m his.

I had barely survived the morning. The subtle sabotages, the whispered rumors