Stella's POV
Monday dragged on endlessly despite my exhaustion from working until the store closed yesterday. My body craved rest, but my bank account demanded otherwise. The retail job at this upscale boutique was slowly killing me, even with its generous commissions and high-end clientele. Fresh out of college with my business degree, I was trapped by my limited experience and desperate need for income.
What made everything unbearable was sharing this workspace with Diana after catching her with her mouth wrapped around my ex-boyfriend's cock in our back storage room. The memory still burned like acid in my throat. She had turned the other salesgirls against me, creating a toxic atmosphere that made every shift feel like walking through a minefield.
