[Bianca]
“I can tell that you need someone to talk to,” I looked up and sighed as I saw my aunt leaning against the office door.
“You know what’s funny to me,” I said as I leaned back and looked around the small room. “When I first saw this room, I thought…huh, a room we’ll never use,”
“And yet here you are,” Vivian pointed out, and I nodded. The room really wasn’t very big. The glass desk provided the surface area I needed for the file Tyson had given me. It was perfect for the laptop Tyson had bought for me and the little trinkets Dante – or some professional – had placed on the desk. A wooden holder for pens (which was empty), a digital clock that showed the weather, the date, and obviously the time. The desk didn’t have any drawers, which made it feel more like a simple table. The c
