Nineteen

Zyrielle's POV.

My head was still reeling with different scenarios, each of them making absolutely no sense the more I thought about it.

I tapped my feet across the linoleum, waiting for a positive response. I wasn't ready to jump into conclusions except he told me what exactly was going on. My eyes were fixated on him, as he walked out and I decided to research what happened that day.

Call me inquisitive, but I needed a reasonable explanation. I needed to know it. It just had to happen that way.

"Oh, alright... I will send the documents through Mandy. Tell Freda to quickly scan it, why hasn't she still gone home? Contact Marc to take her home."

"Good, when you're done, kindly let me know. I await the results. Also remind Dax that I need to see him soon. I won't be taking it lightly with him if I can't get the answers soon." He replied again.

"Alright, then. I will see what I can do about it." He answered and walked back toward me. "Good, no mistakes. We need to seal i