*Lena*

As soon as I walked into the office, I knew something was wrong. This was becoming a recurring situation.

The usual morning chatter was replaced with hushed whispers, and people huddled around their desks, staring intently at their screens. I felt a knot tighten in my stomach as I made my way toward my desk, trying to catch snippets of conversation.

“Can you believe it? Mike really went there,” someone ...