---- hand between the gap. Furious, he shoved the door open forcefully and stormed inside. "Are you crazy?! It's just a wedding! How long are you Nonetheless, I was sent stumbling backward while knocking over the box by my feet. Everything inside dropped out, and Sean picked up the PTSD diagnosis on top, his eyes narrowing. "W-What is this?" He demanded, his voice cracking in disbelief, "You're suffering from mental issues?" I looked into his eyes fixedly, but despite his genuine shock, I snorted. "You didn't know, did you? I wasn't hit by a car-I really was kidnapped. Are you happy to see me like this now?" My glare left Sean flustered, which vaporized his usually high-and-mighty demeanor. And while he spaced out, I shoved him outside the door and locked it. ---- Even as he banged on the door repeatedly to demand what happened, I put on my earphone to drown out his voice. I knew all too well that the Boswells were just forcing me to take the bullet, but I refused to do it-just as I wouldn't compromise in any way. Within the next few days, I sent my resume to over a hundred places-mostly places where Boswell Trading's influence wouldn't reach. I really doubt that there's not one single workplace open to me in this world. "Miss Anna Stone? You can come in." I was led by an assistant into a reception room with simple decorations and a gentle atmosphere... Ihad successfully interviewed for a position with almost equal pay, but it was abroad. Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!