TIFFANY’S POV
Maybe it was because I barely had an hour of sleep the previous night but stepping into the office felt strange that day. As if something ominous had happened.
The workers gave me this awkward look I couldn't explain.
I walked straight to the office and got in.
“Good morning all…” I greeted and went straight to my desk.
My greeting was returned awkwardly by my colleagues as if to further confirm my suspicion.
What was going on?
I shrugged and ignored it. I already have Director Abboth to deal with that morning and not another hassle was I intending to add to that.
“Miss Tiffany, you are wanted in the director's office,” Mr Jackson informed me.
Of course I was expecting his call. I quickly picked up the file that held the work I had done last night. Looked at it
