I had just settled at my desk, flipping open my laptop, when my office phone rang."Anna," Mrs. Duval’s crisp but warm voice came through, "could you come to my office for a moment?""Of course," I said, setting aside my things and making my way down the hall.Mrs. Duval’s office was spacious but not intimidating—sunlight streamed in from the tall windows, a few plants softened the corners, and the walls were lined with neat binders and leadership manuals. Honestly, it felt more like a school counsellor’s office than a corporate shark’s lair.I knocked lightly."Come in!" Mrs. Duval called.I stepped in, offering a polite smile. "You asked to see me?""Yes, dear, come, sit," she said, gesturing to the chair in front of her desk.I took a seat, folding my hands neatly in my lap.She leaned forward slightly, her expression somewhere between encouraging and serious. In her early fifties, dressed sharply in a navy suit, with short dark hair just beginning to gray at the temples, she exude
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-26
Masuk
