[AI Generated] Mackenzie decides to confront Sara

Mackenzie’s fingers trembled as she scribbled the last signature on the HR forms, her throat tight. The moment Sara’s office door clicked shut down the hall, something hot and reckless flared in her chest. No. Screw this. She shoved the papers aside and stood, smoothing her blouse with damp palms. The walk to Sara’s office felt like wading through syrup—each step louder than it should be, her heels biting into the carpet.

She paused outside the frosted glass door, Sara’s silhouette just visible through it—back rigid, fingers flying across a keyboard. Mackenzie’s knuckles hovered an inch from the surface. One breath. Two. Mackenzie’s knuckles rapped against the frosted glass—sharp, decisive—before she could second-guess herself. Her spine straightened instinctively, shoulders rolling back as if armor clicking into place.

Mackenzie’s knuckles hovered a moment longer against the cool glass, the faint echo of her knock still hanging in the air. Her breath hitched—no response. The silence stretched, thick and syrupy, pressing against her eardrums. She could see the blurred outline of Sara’s silhouette through the frosted pane, motionless now, the rhythmic tap of her keyboard abruptly halted. Mackenzie’s pulse hammered in her throat, her skin prickling with the weight of the pause. Had Sara heard her? Was she making her wait on purpose? The thought sent a slow, liquid heat pooling low in her stomach, her thighs pressing together reflexively.