As she watches me, I understand this is my moment to decide. Who will I be? What will my future look like? Do I do as I’m told, shut up, sit down, pretend like nothing happened? Do I secure a spot in the training program and try to salvage this career? Or is it truly a lost cause? No. I can’t do this. I can’t pretend I’m okay with any of this. Diane isn’t the woman I thought, and I can’t have my soul whittled away any further. “I don’t think so,” I say. “You can take the training program and fuck off. Both of you.”
