SERENA'S POV
I rushed into my office, still gulping down the lukewarm coffee from the break room machine. It was going to be one of those days, I could feel it. As I swung open the door, I was surprised to see a girl already sitting in one of the chairs across from my desk.
"Can I help you?" I asked, setting my bag down and rounding the desk to sit.
The girl shifted nervously in her seat."Are you Serena Santos?" she asked in a small voice.
I nodded as I booted up my computer."That's me. How can I assist you?"
"My name is Sandra, " she said, tucking a lock of strawberry-blonde hair behind her ear."I was told you might be able to help me with my case."
I sighed inwardly, knowing I was already swamped with work."What's your case about, Sandra? I just need a quick rundown b
