Marissa
A yawn escaped my lips as I sat in my chair, listless, staring at my screen and wondering what was keeping Justin. Lateness now seemed to be an irregular occurrence these days, and I wondered if he was sick.
The reception buzzed several times, indicating that he had visitors, but my response was still the same: he was not at his desk. I picked up my phone to call his private line when I got a call from an unsaved number. I hesitated for a moment before picking up.
"Hello?"
A voice I could identify even in my sleep filled my ears. I pulled the phone away from my ear and stared at the screen, contemplating whether I should just hang up.
"I have to say, I’m impressed, Marissa," Genevieve said with a scathing tone. "You've never lost your mojo for ruining people's lives, have you?
