With a huge Tupperware box, in her hand containing cookies, Grace walked into the travel agency she worked in.
She went towards the finance department and somehow managed to swallow the cough that was coming up. Her senior called himself the chief financial officer.
A chief financial officer in a travel agency branch. He was clearly the head of the department in the sponge yet he had somehow managed to make himself superior to everyone.
The kitchen was her first destination, and she left the opened Tupperware box there. She added a little note to decide that said enjoy a bite or two. Even though she knew that people were going to grab ten if no one was looking.
People have barely begun to enter the building. She was 10 minutes early to avoid the New York traffic but somehow, she noticed that her immediate pleasure was standing at his door.
"Russo!" He screamed at the sight of her, and she jumped on the spot. "Follow me!"
Follow him? Also, why in the world was he screaming at her?
Before Grace could even ask her question, Gavin had already started moving. They went a floor down from the left in which she refused to say anything yet silently continued to fume and then he headed out of the lift towards a very particular corridor that she knew belonged to the owner.
Shit.
What's going on? She safely tried to remember everything. She had submitted all the documents and the presentation. Gavin had asked her to submit. Had she not done it? She had made sure to double check everything from every department before submitting her report this quarter.
Gavin opened the door without knocking and it gave her the impression that Miguel was already waiting for them.
This was not going to be good, especially after Miguel had checked her pendrive and the computer for her activity.
She entered the cabin behind Gavin who was standing by Alejandro.
"Miss Russo," Alejandro nodded, "please have a seat."
She moved to sit, but she got her ears, and she looked back. The head of the HR department was coming into the room, and she closed the door behind her.
"Miss Russo, Good morning," Clara wished and sat in the chair next to her. "Do you have time for a chat?"
Did she? "Yes." That was all she said… Panic was getting to her, and if none of them said anything, her brain was going to shut down.