—Amira—

A wave of gossip quickly broke out among my colleagues.

“What's Madam Grace thinking?”

“Why not send one of the seniors?”

Another chimed in with a leering smile, “Maybe Madam Grace is trying to impress Mr. Rivera.”

Tunde approached Madam Grace and leaned in. “The Executive office was cleaned yesterday… and this morning.”

“I know,” she sighed. “I need it perfect before the boss settles in.”

Wait.

They want perfection— and they come to me?

No. I didn’t ...