*Amber*

I walk down the long corridor of the imposing office building, my heart pounding against my ribcage. Mr. Holden, strides confidently ahead of me, his tall figure casting a shadow over my petite frame.

My mind races with thoughts, on why he would want to talk to me. But deep down, I already know the answer to that. I take a deep breath, my eyes trailing to the surroundings, as I look for a means to distract myself from the anxiety gnawing at my insides.

The office ...