[Bianca]
I smoothed my hand over my sleek black cotton pants and tugged at the hem of my red shirt. The heels of my red stilettos echoed as I made my way to Mr. Baker’s office. I was nervous. I was worried. Why had he called me in? Had I done something wrong? Had one of my immortals lodged a complaint? I had no idea, and it was the not knowing that was killing me. When Mr. Baker had called me, he had been extremely vague. He gave me nothing to indicate what this meeting was about and while my overactive imagination came up with several options, I honestly wasn’t prepared for whatever was about to happen. I walked up to his office door and paused as I took a deep breath in the hopes of calming down my breathing and my rapidly beating heart. I finally knocked on the door.
“Come in,” Mr. Ba
