I drove downtown as the sun began to peek through the dark blue sky, bringing on the day. Soon, I pulled to a stop in front of my office. I left my suitcase in the car and took my briefcase with me. My watch said it was eight o'clock, so Abigail, my secretary, should be in.

I walked in, and Abigail was sitting at her desk. Her dark brown hair was pulled up into a chic ponytail and she wore a business suit. My secretary before had retired and I had hired Abigail to replace her ...