Chapter Nine
CHAPTER NINE
The following Monday, I came in to work to see Jenna’s old office lit up and clean. Gone were her messy piles of unfiled meeting notes and stacks of project folders. For the first time in my three years at the agency, I could see the top of her desk. It had even been dusted. In place of the mess was a welcome basket filled with a coffee cup—bearing the agency logo, of course—assorted teas and coffees, snack foods, and a few gift cards to local eateries within walking distance. In the center of the desk was a fresh notepad, waiting to greet its new owner.
They must have hired Jenna’s replacement. That was fast. Whoever they’d found must have been perfect for the position. Although anyone would have been better than Jenna. I glanced at the name plate on the door,
