The next day, I showed up in the office, half-dazed.
Well, in fact, most of the employees looked sullen. They were quieter than usual, but that was what happens when their boss dies, right? They were all in black too. The entire office was draped in black curtains, and a portrait of Mr. McMillan Sr. was hung on the wall. Ryan wasn't there, at least not when I got to the office. He was probably still at home grieving over his father's and his own loss.
I sat at my desk, working on my computer. I kept looking to my left, expecting to see Ryan. But I didn't. He was a no-show.
I tried to keep myself busy. I went through my emails and replied to my clients. I went through the list of priorities and organized them. I tried to walk around the office, talking to a few of my coworkers. They were
