“That’s what you always say,” Mark snapped. He held up his phone as if the unanswered messages were evidence of some terrible betrayal. Noemi glanced at the conference room door, wishing she could disappear through it. She had spent six weeks preparing for this presentation: late nights, revised proposals, and endless meetings. This account could change her career, and Mark was threatening to ruin it.
She tried once more to calm him, promising they would talk as soon as the meeting was over. But Mark kept raising his voice, demanding to know why she had ignored him. The hallway seemed to shrink around her. Behind the glass, her boss’s expression hardened, and the clients exchanged uncomfortable looks. Noemi could feel her face burning, yet she had no idea how to stop him.