The room was filled with silence as thick as a cloud, it rang in her heartbeat.
The ticking clock on the wall seemed to grow louder, with every passing second it passed an information that he was gone. Then, a sound, soft, metallic and slow.
The handle of the door twisted.
Her breath was uneven.
She straightened, smoothing her blouse with shaky hands, her heart moving back and forth like a trapped bird. It’s him, her mind skipped. Please, let it be Jerry.
But the door creaked open to reveal someone else entirely.
“Good afternoon, ma’am.” The new secretary, a petite blonde with nervous eyes, stepped in and held out a brown folder. “Mr. Grant asked me to deliver this.”
Disappointment punched through her chest. She wrapped tightly around the file, cold but firm.
“Place it on the
