Chapter FortyEight

I tried to focus on the presentation that was due tomorrow by tapping my fingers against the keyboard.

The numbers were hazy in front of my eyes, and the worry was gradually giving me a headache.

I tried everything to get rid of the uneasiness that had been growing during the day, but it remained.

There was something wrong, but I couldn't name it. It felt like a storm was going to hit, and the air was too heavy.

I tried to ignore the faint murmur of office talk around me by forcing my gaze back to the spreadsheet. I told myself to just get through the day. The rest could wait.

Everyone looked up as the office door flung open so suddenly that it banged against the wall. Monica's heels clicked loudly against the floor, and I paused, my fingers hovering above the keyboard.

She strode in, commanding attention as if she owned the room, rather than simply walking in. Whispers started to spread and heads turned, but Monica's eyes were fixed on me.

Monica's voice was loud enough for ever