Silencing the Whispers

Avery

I gripped my coffee cup tighter, knuckles turning white. The whispers grew louder, more vicious.

"Look at her, acting all high and mighty in that Chanel blouse." A woman's nasal voice carried across the cafeteria. "Probably picked it up from a dumpster behind Bergdorf's."

"That's definitely a knockoff." Another chimed in. "No way she could afford the real thing on a PA salary."

"I've been in