After My Family Died for Their Country, Everyone Bullied Me—Wasn’t the Nation Supposed to Protect Me?

Summary

With the holiday season approaching, I had just finished working overtime until midnight and walked out of the company when I ran straight into Tyler Brooks.

When he saw me handing over the USB drive containing the year-end financial report, he immediately flicked the half-smoked cigarette from his mouth into my face.

“Didn’t I say ten o’clock? How dare you make me wait out in the cold for two whole hours!”

Sparks from the cigarette butt scattered across my face, and I sucked in a sharp breath, instantly wide awake.