HELENA.
I walked to work that morning, the cool breeze and the lush greenery making me feel fresh. I missed my evening walks in the woods, but after what happened the last time, I felt like I had seen it all. There was no reason to want anything more. I'd still go though, probably with Aaron next time.
“Good morning Georgina!” I greeted as I passed her workstation. She looked up at me, filled with smiles.
“Oh my sweet child! How are you?” She got up, carrying a huge flask and pouring steaming hot chocolate into a mug. Then she handed it over to me.
Sometimes, I wished she was my mother. She was very endearing, and treated everyone like her own children. I loved her for that.
I nestled in my seat, enthusiastic about the day's work. My manager’s assistant, Julia, walked in, carrying a
