A few days later, Francine was busy working the evening shift when Dax called her into his office. She nervously fiddled with her fingers, waiting for him to come in and possibly fire her. She knew there weren't many other reasons he'd want to see her so privately.
Finally, he came in and took a seat opposite her at his desk, gazing at her for a few seconds as if he was trying to figure something out. "Dax, can you please get this over with? You're freaking me out right now," she blurted out, unable to bear the tension any longer.
"Get what over with?" He frowned, his brows furrowing in confusion.
"Firing me."
"I'm not firing you. Why would you think that?" He chuckled in surprise.
"Well, I thought... the office... I don't know," she stammered, growing even more confused. She was bare
