The elevator doors swished open, and I found myself face to face with none other than Mr. Carlton himself. Panic surged through me as I stood up, hastily straightening my skirt. With a polite but slightly nervous smile, I greeted him, "Good morning, Mr. Carlton."
To my surprise, Mr. Carlton didn't acknowledge my presence or even offer a curt nod in return. He simply continued his purposeful stride towards his office, as if I were an inconsequential fixture of the surroundings.
As Mr. Carlton disappeared into his office, I was left standing there, feeling somewhat deflated. Yassie, the seasoned receptionist who had been stationed at Mr. Carlton's office for years, caught my eye and offered a sympathetic smile. She leaned in, her voice hushed, as if sharing a well-kept secret. "Don't worry
