Her teeth feel like they've been glued together, her jaw locked like a jail. The muscles in her body have become sentient to stop her from saying what she needs to say. It feels like her face is contorting in battle, she doesn't want to know how it looks to the man in front of her. He doesn't look concerned, more curious, hands in the pocket of his suit eyebrows raised in question. 'This is mine,' she thinks fighting every instinct, cutting down all arguments her brain can throw. She knows she's right when she says, "I deserve a raise."