Do not disturb. I usually turn it on every Friday night. Something about getting called and texted on a weekend irritated me. I believe my weekends are meant for relaxation. I mean seriously it’s the only two days I get to have to myself in a week. I don’t wanna spend it answering calls or replying to messages when I’ve done enough of that during the week.
“I promise I didn’t see the message until now.” I told him.
The message said there would be consequences, what kind of consequences? Surely it wouldn’t be firing me.
“What….was the meeting about?.” I asked slowly.
“Ms. Williams, a file is missing.” His eyes bore into mine. “The file is usually kept in the drawer attached to your desk in your office. But unfortunately, it isn’t there. I checked that myself.” The look in his eyes was
