under observation.
Joann's POV
By midday, it was clear the company wasn't running on its usual rhythm.
Emails came in faster than normal. Meetings overlapped, heels clicking against the tiles. Even the air conditioner was colder, like the building was bracing itself.
I tried focusing on my designs but my attention kept slipping.
Temporary office or not. I could feel it, something was off even if I'm happy to be here all alone.
I had just adjusted the color palette on the president daughter's birthday project when my phone buzzed.
Executive meeting, conference room C. Immediate attendance required.
My heart skipped.
I haven't been summoned like this before since I started working at Sanchez.
I didn't really think designers should get such immediate calls. Exc
