Anthony’s pen beat a frantic rhythm against the table. He leaned back, his eyes darting toward the door as he anxiously waited for Anna to enter his office. He hadn’t seen her at her workstation earlier, so he had told Bella to send the morning reports to Anna instead. A sharp knock sounded on the door, and a wide smile instantly broke across his face.
“Come in,” he called out.
As the door swung open, the smile immediately vanished. Becky stood there instead.
“Sir, I was told to bring this to you,” she said. Anthony stared at her, his brow furrowed.
“Why isn’t Anna here?” he asked, his voice tightening.
“Oh, she didn’t come to work today,” Becky replied. Anthony’s eyes widened, and he felt a jolt of shock.
“What do you mean she didn’t come to work?” He shoved his chair back and stood
