As I pedaled away, the tension in my shoulders was palpable. Despite working at the same company, Zane had always insisted on keeping our lives separate. He never allowed me to ride in his car, arguing that it would be inappropriate for a front desk employee to be seen chauffeured around. Even though I had pleaded for a car of my own, his refusal was steadfast, insisting that my modest salary didn't justify such an expense.
His dismissive attitude towards my frustrations had become all too familiar. Whenever I expressed my discontent, he simply brushed it off with a wave, telling me to use my black credit card and not worry about superficial matters. But today, the lack of sleep from our argument and the long, solitary bike ride left me feeling drained.
When I finally arrived at the office, I was met with an unwelcome sight. Maeve, dressed in a chic, designer outfit that screamed luxury, was waiting for me with a scowl etched on her face. The morning sun filtered through the large office windows, casting long shadows on her expression of irritation. "Amy, what time do you call this? Do you have any idea how much you've delayed things?"