Is this really for me? Yet again, the voice inside my head asked. But even though the evidence pointed to it being meant for me, I wasn’t quite satisfied. With a deepening frown on my forehead, I stepped closer. My keen eyes narrowed in concentration as they skimmed the settings in the center of the spacious office, like a detective inspecting the scene of a crime.
Walking past the tables, I immediately stopped in my tracks when my feet stepped onto something hard and sharp. A loud gasp escaped my lips, and I hastily stepped away upon realizing I had stepped on broken shards on the floor.
Upon close inspection, I discovered the shards lying on the floor were parts of an expensive ceramic glass. So, that’s why the plates on the table were missing, I mumbled to myself, shaking my head in
