Ceelin
"Welcome back to work, Ceelin!" Yves happily hugged me when Phil finally allowed me to return to work. I was absent for a month because Phil wanted my wound to be completely healed and pain-free before I went back to work. "How's your wound? Are you better now?" she asked me.
"I'm completely healed, Yves. Only a scar is left. But I'm applying ointment to remove the scar," I answered her with a smile before looking around. The faces I saw sitting at their respective tables and facing their laptops were unfamiliar. If Yves weren't here, I would have thought I entered the wrong department.
"I know, you're wondering why our coworkers' faces look different. It's all because of Jessa," she said, as if she read my mind.
"Why? What did that woman do while I was gone?" I asked with a fro
