Tasha avoided eye contact when she saw Carson coming from his office. She was about to return to where she came from when she heard him call her.
"Natasha, come to the study room," he commanded. As she slowly turned around, she saw Carson's back heading towards the study room. The path leading to it seemed deliberate. Wondering what he wanted to discuss, Tasha took a deep breath and bit her lower lip as she followed Carson into the study room.
Once she entered, she lowered her gaze and noticed the seriousness on his face. Was bringing him coffee the issue? "If we're going to talk about the coffee, I brought you earlier, I'm sorry. There's still a lot left," she said, nervously biting her lower lip.
"Coffee? Do you think I'd call you here just for coffee?" Tasha felt a thorn pricked h
