Whispers of a Second Chance
I discreetly turned away, not wanting to intrude on their conversation.
"I heard Sir Daryl already got his new secretary," a woman in her late 30s, with a sharp bob of dark hair, announced to her companion.
"Yeah, I heard she's his age," the other woman replied, a hint of amusement in her voice.
"I already know what will happen next," the woman with short hair said, her eyes suddenly locking with mine. A chill ran down my spine.
"Which department are you?" she asked, her tone sharp and inquisitive. I was caught off guard, my heart pounding in my chest.