The moment I stepped into the office, I knew something was wrong.
The usual rhythm of the workplace. The ringing of phones, the clicking of keyboards and the low hum of conversations were all gone. In its place was an uneasy silence, punctuated only by hurried whispers and nervous glances exchanged between employees. Small clusters of people stood together, their faces tight with tension. My gut twisted. Something wasn’t right.
I strode toward my secretary’s desk, my steps quick, my pulse pounding. She stood frozen, clutching a folder so tightly that her knuckles had turned white. Her eyes darted up to meet mine, wide with something that looked too much like fear.
"What the hell is going on?" I demanded.
She swallowed hard, shifting uncomfortably. "Sir, there’s been… an incident."
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