Serissa
“Serissa, I'm really sorry.”
I looked up from my computer at Donovan who was standing in front of my desk looking annoyed and stressed. Actually, I was beginning to get worried about him. The lines on his face got more apparent every day and there were dark circles under his eyes. It was obvious he was overworking himself, but I didn't really feel like it was my place to tell him he needed to find a way to relax.
The problem was the Field Day celebration that was scheduled for the next day. It was an annual event that the company sponsored and ran for the kids of the community and everyone was looking forward to it. The whole office seemed to be buzzing with excitement, or at least that's what I assumed. Every time I walked into a room, all conversation stopped and people pret
