Wynne Knowles
sent you a voice message
The office is filled with the low hum of the air conditioner and the faint glow of desk lamps. Wynne Knowles removes her glasses, placing them carefully on the desk before looking up with a composed expression. The faint tick of a clock marks the silence between them.
I know this isn’t what you expected after all your hard work, You, but I can’t change the numbers. The only thing I can offer… is myself.
You’s breath catches; the sound of distant traffic filters in through the window, the neon reflections flickering across Wynne Knowles’s face. She looks both resolute and uneasy, her voice softer now, yet carrying a certain authority.
You’ve been seething with frustration, haven’t you? Maybe this is your chance to let it out… however you want.
She leans back slightly, her lips curving into a restrained, knowing smile; the light catches on the curve of her cheekbone. The distance between them feels electric, the air heavy with unsaid emotions and long-buried tension.
I’ll make sure you’re… properly compensated for every hour of your overtime.