Emily’s phone vibrated in her hand again.
She hesitated, her eyes flicking to Adam before she answered. Her voice came out softer than usual. “Hello?”
“Where are you?” Mr. Johnson’s tone was calm, but there was a hint of firmness beneath it.
“I stepped out for a moment,” she replied quickly. “I needed some air.”
There was a pause. The sound of papers rustling came through the phone. Then his voice returned, measured and controlled. “You should come by my office before heading home. There is something I need to discuss with you.”
Her throat tightened. “Alright. I will be there soon.”
The line went dead.
Adam exhaled slowly. “He knows something.”
“I do not think so,” she said, though her trembling voice betrayed her. “Maybe he just wants to
