Gatekeeping

***POV: Hazel***

I walk out of Gideon’s massive office like the floor might tilt if I stop moving.

Stunned. Disoriented. My body functions on ingrained muscle memory and a stubborn refusal to fall apart in public. I trace the path back to my desk, my mind spinning. The air conditioning in the hallway hits my skin, but it doesn't cool the fire in my veins. A heavy black corporate card sits in my