CHAPTER TWELVE
I’m not entirely sure how I get to the end of the day. After I returned to the office. I sat at my desk and stared blankly at my display screens, my mind replaying everything Bryce said to me. Her exact wording, her expressions, my answers, searching for . . . I don’t know. A clue of some kind? Did I sound guilty? Did I seem shifty? Ugh. How did Bryce know I was working here? Are they talking to anyone else? I bet I’m not the only employee they’ve had a ‘casual chat’ to. She said she found my corporate socials—what were they searching for? I click to the intranet and find the company page. Right there my face stares back at me with an announcement of my hire. It’s a cropped photo off my socials. My eyes look red and my hair is wispy. I sigh and click off the page.
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