OLIVIA’S POV.
A few days after the health inspector had checked the coffee house and restaurant—Oh, I remembered the tension that filled me, the shock on my face and how anxious I became when I first found out that I was expecting one.
I began to panic and even when he came and did his job, what he said confirmed that something was wrong and someone was trying to ruin my hard work.
I already began to suspect that something was wrong when I noticed my equipment was getting burnt, my supplies missing, and many other weird things that shouldn’t be occurring were taking place.
Now, I was in my office, seating on my comfortable black office chair with my eyes glued on the screen of my computer—My monitor, checking my email and replying to messages as I remembered and thought about all this.
