CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“Sara, can I borrow you for a minute?”
Sara locked her computer screen and stood up to leave her desk.
“Bring your bag with you.”
Sara looked confused and then began to panic. Am I about to be sacked? What have I done wrong? Maybe it was that customer’s order I mucked up last week. She started to panic and walked quietly behind her boss, embarrassed that all of her colleagues were getting to see her walk of shame.
Her boss guided her into a meeting room with the blinds closed and she felt the floor almost disappear beneath her when she saw what were clearly two police officers sitting there, waiting for her. She gulped and turned to her boss who said: “I’ll leave you to it. Speak soon, Sara.” He closed the door quietly and was gone.
Sara shakily pulled out a seat and
