197 Unexpected Attacks

Becca.

In my excitement of telling the kids about the coming wedding this morning, I had forgotten to pack a lunch box and now I can feel the heavy pangs of hunger. Reluctant to risk exposure and the staff’s poking, I nevertheless know I have to step out and now seems to be the time.

Inhaling deeply as if that would help, I stood up from my desk and keeping my eyes straight and my expression cool and blank, I left the safety of my office as I walked down the hallway that led to the staff kitchen to make some sandwich for myself from the grocery that’s always supplied by the company for staff’s daily use.

Immediately I opened the door, I did not need a soothsayer to tell me a discussion or was it gossip, had been ongoing and guess what or who they were talking about? You guessed right! Yours sincerely, judging from the way they all went quiet with guilt apparent on their faces. Well, one particular face did not believe in such sentiment in any case. Instead of guilt, it had animosit