Fiona’s POV
When I arrive at work the next day, there's an electric buzz in the air. Everyone's chatting, heads bent close together, voices low but animated. I catch snippets of conversation as I make my way to my desk, feeling curious.
“Do you think she’ll really leave?” I hear someone whisper.
“She’s definitely choosing someone from within,” another voice says. “Who do you think it’ll be?”
I set my bag down and spot Sarah at the coffee machine. Ever since the incident with the roses, Sarah had been friendly with me and I thought of her as a safe person to ask about this.
“Morning,” I say, walking over. “What’s all the excitement about?”
Sarah’s eyes light up. “Fiona, haven’t you heard? Patricia Brighton, our perfume R&D manager, is coming back from her business trip today! And the
