Rachel


    The rm clock rang too early, as always. My body protested with every movement, as if the bed was holding me back, begging me not to leave. But the world outside waits for no one. I finally dragged myself out of bed, ignoring the tiredness that seemed to be a part of me, and prepared myself for another day at the office. Being a secretary wasn''t my dream job, but I needed that job, and today, more than ever, it was important to be present.


    I arrived at the office with dark circles weighing down my face, and the usual buzz of voices and phones ringing in the background greeted me as I walked through the door. The environment was the same as always: neutral, soulless, just a ce where people did what they had to do to pay their bills. I took a deep breath and went straight to my desk. I organized some papers, turned on theputer and got ready to face the day. Like a meaningless routine, I knew that soon someone woulde with a new demand, a new task that would add more weight to my already overburdened heart.


    As I sorted out the paperwork, trying to put the chaos that was my desk in order, I felt a slight anxiety rise in my chest. There was a tension in the air, something I couldn''t identify but that made me ufortable. It was then that the inte rang. It was the cold, emotionless voice of the receptionist calling me to the meeting room. My stomach immediately knotted. Nothing good came from being called to that room without prior notice.


    I got up slowly, trying to hide my nervousness. I grabbed a cup of coffee from the pantry, as if the hot, bitter liquid could protect me from what was toe. Steam rose, filling the air with the familiar aroma, but the coffee seemed more bitter than usual. With each step towards the meeting room, my mind raced with possible scenarios. What could it be? A warning? An absurd new task? Or something worse?


    When I reached the door, I hesitated for a second, feeling the weight of something inescapable weighing me down. I cautiously opened the door and, to my surprise, found the HR manager sitting at the table, next to awyer I had never seen before. My boss, with his stern and arrogant expression, was there too. But it was the HR manager''s expression that froze me inside. She was the only one who seemed willing to talk to me, and even though she didn''t say a word, her eyes said it all. Something was very wrong.


    "Rachel, please sit down," she said in a voice that tried to be soft but was carried with a weight that made me feel even smaller than I already did.


    I sat up slowly, feeling a strange chill run down my spine. The air was thick, and the silence in the room seemed to scream a truth I wasn''t ready to hear.


    The room was so silent I could hear the sound of my own breathing, every beat of my heart echoing in my head. I kept my eyes fixed on the HR manager, waiting for some sign, a word that would indicate what wasing. She folded her hands on the table, looking at me with an expression that mixedpassion and difort, something that made my stomach turn even more.


    "Rachel," she began, her voice soft but carrying a serious tone, "do you know why we asked you toe here today?"


    I swallowed hard, trying to hide the nervousness that was growing inside me. Of course I didn''t know. If I had known, I would probably be far away from there, avoiding whatever this nightmare was. But there was something about the way she spoke, the way thewyer on her side was standing stiffly, that made me realize this wasn''t just another ordinary meeting.


    "No, I don''t know what it''s about," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady, even though inside I was shaking. "But I''d like to know."


    The HR manager exchanged a quick nce with thewyer before turning her attention to me. She took a deep breath, as if she were about to tell me news she would rather not share.


    "Rachel, you''re being used of harassment," she said finally, her words falling on me like a ton of bricks.


    The world seemed to stop for a second. The word "harassment" echoed in my head, a word I would never in a million years imagine being associated with me. Harassment? How could this be true? My thoughts ran in all directions, trying to understand what this meant, but nothing made sense. This wasplete nonsense!


    "Harassment?" I repeated, my voice cracking as I tried toprehend what was happening. "That can''t be true. Who... who is saying this?"


    The HR manager kept her gaze fixed on me, without looking away. There was a sadness in her expression, as if she knew this was a serious usation, but at the same time, she could do nothing but do her job.N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material.


    “We received an anonymous tip, Rachel,” she exined, as I struggled to remain calm. "The person alleged that you made unwanted advances and created an ufortable work environment."


    I couldn''t believe what I was hearing. My head was spinning, trying to recall every interaction, every conversation I had with someone in the office. How could this be? I would never, ever do something like that. I was thest person anyone could use of harassment. I have always maintained my professional distance, I have always respected the limits of everyone around me.


    "This is a mistake," I said, my voice starting to rise as the panic grew.