Suddenly, my phone began to ring, catching me off guard. Without even checking the caller ID, I unintentionally pressed the answer button and found myself speaking to Joe, my receptionist. "Hey Joe," I greeted him casually. "What's going on?""Cassandra , I anticipate that you'll terminate my employment or perhaps even harm me for what I'm about to confess, but before anything else, I want to sincerely apologize," he says, his tone tinged with foreboding.I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Joe has a tendency to exaggerate and make a fuss about even the most insignificant matters. "What's the matter, Joe? Will you be absent from work tomorrow because your boyfriend is unwell, or is it your grandmother this time?"He lets out a sigh, and the unease in his voice immediately catches my attention. "I wish the situation were that simple right now, but it's not," he admits, his nerves palpable.Concerned, I inquire, "What's wrong? Are you alright?"After inhaling audibly, he proceeds to spea
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