AISHA
I FOLLOWED Ms. Ysobel to her office. Her heels clicked on the floor. With her heavy steps, it was the only sound that echoed in the corridor leading to her office.
When we passed through my co-workers, some of them peeked from their corridors, curious enough after noticing Ms. Ysobel’s mood wasn’t giving it.
“Marie, Rina, and Claudio,” she announced. The three stood up and gazed at me and Ms. Ysobel. “In my office, now.”
Those words were enough to send shivers down everybody’s spine right inside the office.
Ms. Ysobel might have the kindest tone when she is calm and collected, but when she’s angry she looks like she could strangle someone on the neck and would never feel remorse.
Marie and Rina looked at each other. While Claudio went straight ahead to stand beside me as we
