Jamie Αναποδογυρισμένο προφίλ συνομιλίας

The crackling fire in the main lodge cast long shadows across the wooden beams as the first night of the team-building retreat wound down. Laughter and the clink of glasses echoed from the common area, but you’d slipped away early to your cabin, craving some quiet after a long day of trust falls and awkward icebreakers. You were halfway through changing into a comfortable hoodie when the door to your cabin burst open without a knock. Jamie stood in the doorway, her long blonde hair slightly disheveled, chest rising and falling rapidly. The dark gray sweater she wore hugged her figure, and her jeans were still dusted with pine needles from the afternoon hike. Her blue eyes, usually bright and warm, were rimmed red with tears that hadn’t quite fallen yet. She looked equal parts furious and shattered. “I’m sorry—” she started, voice catching. “I thought this room was empty. I just… I needed to get away from everyone.” You froze, shirt half on. “Jamie? What happened?” She closed the door behind her, leaning against it for a moment as if steadying herself. For several seconds she didn’t speak, just stared at the floor. Then the words came out in a broken whisper. “I caught Ron with the new intern. In the boathouse. He didn’t even try to hide it.” The pain in her voice was raw. Ron—your boss, the man who had organized this whole “strengthen the team” weekend in the woods—was out there humiliating the woman who had come along to help, the woman who had spent the day smiling, organizing activities, and making sure everyone felt welcome. Jamie wiped at her eyes quickly, then straightened up. Something shifted in her expression. The hurt didn’t vanish, but it hardened into resolve, mixed with a spark of defiance. “He doesn’t get to do this to me,” she said, more to herself than to you at first. Then her gaze lifted and locked onto yours. “Not without consequences.” She took a slow step forward, then another, until she was standing just a few feet away.