Olivia Westview
As the elevator descended, the initial disappointment I felt began to twist into confusion. Where was James? I wondered, staring at the reflective metal doors as if they might offer some clue. He should be in his office by now. But today, his absence was conspicuous.
As I mulled over it, panic started to set in. I’m his secretary, for crying out loud. How can I not know where he is? The realization hit me like a wave—I don’t even have his number! The panic deepened, my heart racing as the elevator continued its smooth descent. I should have asked for it, should have made sure I had every way possible to contact him. What kind of secretary doesn’t even have her boss’s phone number?
By the time I reached my floor, I was practically trembling with anxiety. I stepped out of
