The entire office froze the second Viktor barked, “If you’ve got no brains, you can mop the floors!” His voice cracked through the hall like a whip. Sofia just stood there—calm, quiet, unreadable—until she lifted her phone with steady fingers. No tears. No trembling. She simply said, “Dad?” And in that one word, the man who ruled the department with fear felt the ground shift under him.
The first sign was the sound—the floor still humming from a slammed door, the faint chime of a crystal figurine trying to stop trembling. Sofia stood in the center of the sales director’s office with a mop in her hands and a bucket knocked to its side, dirty water threading through the fibers of an … Read more
