Messages

Nora's phone buzzed, displaying Pascal's name on the screen. She answered the call. His tone was more serious than usual, and he addressed her by her full name instead of his usual playful "girlie."

"Nora, why didn't you redo the designs for the swimsuits?" Pascal's voice was curt, leaving no room for pleasantries.

"I did," Nora replied, trying to keep her frustration in check.

"Well, they're not up to par. You had submitted the same designs back with little or no alterations. You better get on it, make the necessary improvements and leave them on my table. I have instructed the security to let you in" Pascal's voice instructed, and the call ended abruptly, leaving Nora with a sense of urgency and a tinge of annoyance.

Confused and concerned, Nora made a quick decision. She sent a text message to her mother, informing her that she was heading back to her office. The unease gnawed at her as she walked into the office building.

Inside, she was met by Israel, the chief of security. Desp