SHARON'S POV: THE OFFICE
I walked into the office, the fluorescent lights overhead illuminating the sleek, modern decor. The hum of computers and muted conversations filled the air as I made my way to my desk, I missed a week already and it felt like a month.
As I settled in, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease not even from Angel and David anymore. Ace's behavior yesterday had left me on edge. I wasn't sure what to make of his cold demeanor, but I knew I needed to be professional.
Just as I was starting to get settled, my phone buzzed with a message from Beatrice. "Meet me at the conference room on the 3rd floor. Urgent."
My curiosity piqued, I grabbed my notebook and headed to the conference room. What could Beatrice want?
As I entered the conference room, Beatrice was already seated, her expression stern. "Sharon, I need to talk to you about something."
I took a seat, my mind racing with possibilities. What had I done wrong now?
