I glance at my watch, and to my surprise, it read 11:45 AM. Time seems to have slipped away from me while I was caught up in my thoughts.
"Looks like Angel is being a good girl today," I muttered to myself, standing up from my desk. I made my way to the mirror to check my appearance, adjusting my tie and smoothing down my shirt. As I catch a glimpse of my reflection, a sudden flash of memory hits me: the dream I had last night. In it, Rachel was there, a lingering presence that seemed to have lodged itself in my mind. It’s peculiar how dreams can weave people in and out of our subconscious, isn't it?
Knock knock
The sound disrupts my reverie, pulling me back to reality. Someone is at the door.
"Come in," I called out, curious about who it might be.
The door swings open, and my secreta
