Monica's POV
The office door flew open as Natalie stormed in, followed by a group of my closest friends, their faces etched with concern.
"What have you done now, Lorenzo?" Natalie's voice thundered through the room, her eyes blazing with fury.
Morris's shoulders slumped. "Natalie, please, not right now."
"Yes, right now! I specifically warned you not to hurt my friend." Natalie took the seat beside me, wrapping a protective arm around my shoulders. "Get out. Your colleagues are waiting in reception. We'll take care of Monica. Move it!" Her tone left no room for argument.
Morris sighed deeply, ran his hands through his hair, kissed my forehead tenderly, and reluctantly left the room. Looking up through tear-blurred vision, I found myself surrounded by my support system: Natalie, Michelle, Aisha, Lily, and Claudia, all wearing expressions of fierce loyalty.
