Visit at Work

Beatrice

I arrived at the newspaper the morning after my dinner with Edward feeling guilty because there would be no article to publish. After all, I let myself be carried away by my ex-husband's charm and completely forgot the real reason for us being together.

Now, when Mr. Smith calls me to his office, something I am sure he will do sooner or later, how will I explain that there is nothing? Not even a single answer to all the questions the media has been raising in recent days.

Saying that I felt awful didn't define the state I was in at that moment as I entered my office at the newspaper and threw my bag on the chair in front of my desk.

I turned on the computer, constantly waiting for a call from Lucy, Mr. Smith's secretary, to let me know that he was calling me into his office, nervousness taking over my entire being.

The seconds passed, turning into minutes, and then hours, as I tried to work on some alternative material, a way to mitigate the fact that I hadn't secured the int