I put a hand over my heart, feeling the rapid beat. A small sigh escaped my lips and I closed my eyes briefly, before a knock came on the door, startling me. I immediately fixed up again, then answered.
"Come in," I said to the person behind the door, already expecting Mr. Haring. He slowly walked in, a rather smug smile on his face.
"Oh, Mr. Haring..." I said, recognizing him from downstairs. He was the man who held the wine, the man who usually baked for their welcome parties.
"Nice to meet you again, Mrs. Jordan. I was looking forward to working with my replacement."
I raised a brow for a brief second, his emphasis on the word 'replacement' unsettling, then smiled, trying to maintain the cheerful work place persona. "Oh, well. Seems like you got what you wanted. We have tons of fil
