Aria
Sarah came storming out of Darren’s office that morning like hell on wheels, her shoes clicking loudly on the polished floors. I couldn’t help but watch her as she swept past. Her face was as red as a beet.
Curious, I glanced up at Darren’s office, wondering what had just happened. But all he did was blink at me for a moment, as if surprised, before turning and disappearing from view.
Throughout the course of the day, I noticed that Sarah wasn’t performing her usual work duties—sitting behind her desk and online shopping. Rather, she seemed to be pacing back and forth between the receptionist’s area and the cubicles.
When she gave Lily a sticky note, glared daggers at me and then strutted off again with a “Hpmh,” I finally got too curious to ignore it any longer.
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