Anne Moore
"Good afternoon," I greeted him nervously.
He points to the chair in front of the desk and gestures for me to sit.
"What’s happening, Andrew?" I asked after sitting down.
"I believe you should already know what’s happening, Miss Moore," he said coldly.
I raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"I don’t understand," I replied.
Andrew places his cigarette in an ashtray and then takes a document from a drawer and places it calmly on the desk. His demeanor is making me anxious; he has always been cold, but today he seems worse than usual.
"I ask you to read this, Miss Moore, and address any questions you have about this document," he said, placing an envelope in front of me. I hold the envelope in my hands and feel my heart race. I pulled out the document and what I see written at t
