The next time Sandy came around, she found herself staring at a rotating ceiling fan attached to a beige ceiling. She instantly recognized the room she was in. She’s currently in the café’s break room for the staff. Her mind whirled as she tried to piece back what happened.
“How are you feeling?” a deep voice asked her.
Brown coat came into her vision. And soon, the man came in full view. The steam in the mug he’s holding caught Sandy’s attention. Sandy scrambled to get up until she’s sitting on the sofa. The soft blanket covering her legs slipped and pooled on the floor.
“S-Sir.”
Instead of acknowledging her, the man fired another sentence at her.
“You’re on sick leave, I heard. Why are you back at work?”
“I-I--”
“You know what, never mind. Get up.”
Mr. Chen turned his back to he
