"Hello, Troy," the voice of Aris, a senior colleague, greeted someone as I was about to walk out of the copy room, causing me to quickly stop and turn back immediately. However, I felt like each of my movements was incredibly slow.
"Yes," and as soon as the voice I used to hear almost every day sounded, my body froze as if I were under a spell. I turned around, leaning one arm against the wall, my heart, which used to beat normally, was now racing as if it feared stopping if it slowed down.
"This week, we have new interns starting," as soon as Aris said this, my already trembling legs weakened even more. Why inform the company owner about interns? It's just a waste of his time.
"Oh, alright. Please take care of them for me," his voice, each word filled with gentleness and politeness, wa
