Girlfriend or Fling

SERENA’s POV

I rushed into my office, still gulping down the lukewarm coffee from the break room machine. It was going to be one of those days, I could feel it. As I swung open the door, I was surprised to see a girl already sitting in one of the chairs across from my desk.

"Can I help you?" I asked, setting my bag down and rounding the desk to sit.

The girl shifted nervously in her seat. "Are you Serena Santos?" she asked in a small voice.

I nodded as I booted up my computer. "That's me. How can I assist you?"

"My name is Sandra," she said, tucking a lock of strawberry-blonde hair behind her ear. "I was told you might be able to help me with my case."

I sighed inwardly, knowing I was already swamped with work. "What's your case about, Sandra? I just need a quick rundown before committing to anything new."

Sandra took a deep breath, as if steeling her nerves. "I've been charged with theft. But I swear, I didn't take anything! They just want someone to blame."

Usually, theft cases