ASTRID
“Hey, Astrid! The boss wants to see you.” The receptionist tells me the moment I step through the office door, still shaking off the morning chill. I pause mid-step, frowning as I turn to see Kyla, the receptionist.
“The boss?” I ask, already running through the mental checklist of things that could have gone wrong. Did I miss a deadline? Forget to submit a report? No, I was on top of everything.
Kyla nods, her polite smile never wavering. “Yep, he asked for you as soon as you get in.”
“Are you sure?” I ask. I can’t think of a reason, Mr. Pete would call for me this early unless something had gone terribly wrong.
Kyla just shrugs. “Pretty sure. He didn’t sound mad, though.”
I nod, trying not to let my curiosity show too much. “Okay, thanks,” I mutter, heading toward my office
