CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
~ Stephano
I was halfway through reviewing a procurement report when the knock came.
Light. Polite. Annoying.
“Come in,” I barked, without looking up.
My door creaked open, and the HR girl, what was her name again? Madison? Marilyn? She stepped in like she was about to deliver the news of a death in the family. She clutched a file to her chest like it might protect her.
“Sir,” she said with that prim voice HR types liked to use when delivering corporate crap, “I just wanted to inform you that your assistant, Ms. Camilla Whitlock, has formally submitted a month long sick leave request. It’s already been approved by the system. We’ll assign a temporary fill-in until she returns.”
I paused mid-sentence. My eyes snapped up.
“Camilla Whitlock?”
She blinked. “Yes, sir
