I was crouched behind a filing cabinet in the back room, my black pencil skirt tight against my thigh as I flipped through a stable of misplaced vendor contracts which Hira has tipped me off about.
The Philly Star headline had put Dad in the position I wanted. Yes, he looked composed on the outside but I knew he was scrambling within.
One more hit left and he would be done.
The backroom door swung open and I, not expecting any interruptions to my search ducked lower. I heard Kiara's voice.
“Brandon, you need to see this,”
My fingers tightened around the stack of contracts. I looked through a gap between a stack of files on the shelves.
Kiara, in her burgundy blouse I found a little inappropriate for work, handed her phone to Brandon
What was that? I stepped closer but my feet ma
