Author's POV:

“This is my office?!” Mia exclaimed, unable to hide the shock from her voice.

On the door was a nameplate: Youth Counsellor. And then Mia G. It was her office. The door was open and she slowly walked into the space.

It was even bigger now that she was inside. There were plants everywhere, books lining the shelf on one corner, expensive-looking furniture, rugs, and chairs. Her desk was on the other side of the room, backing the window. It also had her name on a sign next ...