BENITA

I arrived at the office alarmed; it was either the chairwoman or Rose - one of them had done something wrong, I was sure about that.

As I walked through, my colleague’s eyes were wide with worry, their faces pale and drawn. They avoided eye contact with me, their gazes darting away as if afraid to hold my gaze for too long. Some took a step back, their bodies tense and alert, as if preparing for a threat.

I noticed some people gathered, staring at the announcement board, so I walked ...