CHAPTER ELEVEN

The CEO was gone, I was told. I was away on a business trip, so therefore, I had the whole of this floor to myself. I imagined what it would be like. Is he coming back to learn of my employment, or did he already know of it?

I shook my head as though the action would help dispel the thought from my mind. It did. The office that I had been given was quite bare. It was as though it had not been used before, but I knew better.

I could smell the hints of paint that had been used on the walls in an attempt to mask the presence of the office’s previous owner. The book cabinet and file storage are new, along with the desk and seats, which I now occupy.

Arranged neatly on the large desk were a stash of sticky notes, a name tag, which carried my full name and position, a folder that I had yet to open, a desktop, a smaller laptop in the corner, and a tablet, which I assumed to be the advanced equivalent of a jotter and planner. I picked up the name tag and pinned it to my chest. It looked goo