Brian
I entered the lobby of the Carlton Corporation, my mind racing with the urgency of the situation. As I approached the elevator, I noticed Yassie standing there, looking somewhat concerned. I decided to approach her to see what was going on.
"Yassie," I greeted her, "what are you doing here?"
Yassie quickly handed me a plastic bag containing the mugs that Mr. Carlton and Mrs. Carlton had used earlier. Her words and actions piqued my curiosity.
"These are the mugs they used," she said, her expression revealing her suspicions. "I have a hunch that Amy may have tampered with Mrs. Carlton's coffee."
I accepted the bag and examined it. Yassie's intuition, while not conclusive evidence, was a significant lead. I nodded in response to her concerns.
"Thank you for bringing this to my at
