Chapter 22: The haters
>>Tracy
I sat in the dimly lit kitchen, my heart pounding in my chest as I feigned tears, the salty droplets tracing invisible trails down my cheeks. It was a performance, one I had rehearsed countless times in my mind, but now, with the other staff members approaching, it was time to make it convincing.
As they entered, concern etched across their faces, I swallowed back a surge of nervousness, steeling myself as I cried out with my face buried in the palms of my hands.
The other maids came to my side, "Hey," They placed their hands on me while the men stood at a distance, "Why are you crying?"
"What happened?"
I continued to cry
"Tracy," A maid rubbed circles on my back, "Come on, say it, what happened?"
"He... he assaulted me," I whispered, my voice trembling with a mixture of fear and outrage. "I-I tried to resist, but he... he wouldn't stop."
The words felt like a betrayal on my lips, but I knew that this was the only way to protect myself from the consequences of my actions. The other staff members exchanged horrified glances, their expressions morphing into ones of disbelief and anger.
"Who?" The place got crowded immediately.
I peeked up from my hands but didn't say anything