Aarya
As I reached my floor, I was greeted by an anxious-looking David pacing near the reception desk.
“Hi, David. Is everything OK? Why do you look so... for lack of a better word... constipated?” I raised an eyebrow, concerned about his behavior.
“Aarya! You’re here! What happened at the meeting? I heard you’re on some dream team for a project,” he blurted out, wagging his eyebrows and completely ignoring my question. Typical David–always eager to dive into juicy gossip.
“Oh yes, I am. But it’s a top-secret mission. Shhh...” I smirked, placing a finger against my lips.
“Wow, I heard that,” Jen chimed in as she approached us, wearing a fake pout. “Babe, won’t you please tell me about that?” She looked at David, and their lovey-dovey interaction made me want to roll my eyes. I wasn’t
