The past week had been a dream but as I stepped into the premises of Sterling Enterprises on Monday, my stomach twisted.
For some reason, police cars were lined on the curb and uniformed officers stood near the entrance while a small cluster of colleagues watched them, whispering.
My first thought was Petyr. Had something happened to him?
What had gone wrong that warranted this number of policemen being in the premises?
As I hurried through the revolving doors, my eyes scanned the place for answers.
The tension in the place was palpable and the usual morning chatter was replaced with murmurs and nervous glances.
I found Kiara chatting with a group of girls, arms crossed, hair pulled up in a bun.
She walked over to me excitedly when she saw me.
“Kiara, what the hell is happening?”
