Chapter Twenty JoshThe second I step into the office, I can tell something is up. It’s way quieter than it should be first thing in the morning, and there’s a weird uneasiness hanging in the air that hits me straight in the gut. This isn’t the friendly office environment that I’ve worked hard to build over the past couple of years. Everyone seems way on edge. Even Irene, the always-cheery receptionist, looks like she’s just seen a ghost.
“Irene, what’s going on?” I hang up my coat, double-checking that there’s not a monster in the closet terrorizing my usually upbeat staff.
She gives me the slightest smile. “Oh, nothing,” she says, but her eyes, which are wide and worried behind her red-framed glasses, tell a much different story. When I frown at her, she gives me the truth in a whisper.
