Chelsea hurried back to her workspace, her heart still reeling with excitement. As she sat down at her desk, a smile crept up on her face. She adjusted her hair as she sat down on her seat, then she began to punch on her keyboard. She couldn't believe her luck—she had a new, significant purpose for Savannah and she was going to make sure she doesn't mess up anything. This was a big chance to prove herself.
Her colleague, Jackson noticed the change in her demeanor and leaned over with a curious look. "What's with the smile, Chelsea? Something good happen?"
Chelsea quickly composed herself, masking her excitement. "No, nothing special," she replied, shrugging nonchalantly. "Just a good morning, I guess."
Jackson raised an eyebrow but didn't press further. He knew better than to pry too mu
