Eighty Three

May’s POV

The phone at my desk rang, piercing the quiet buzz of the office. I was working on something Gary asked me to work on, so why was he calling me?

I glanced at the receiver to see that it wasn’t a call from his office. Sighing, I reached over to grab the receiver with one hand and tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear without the other as I answered with a practiced greeting. "May Campbell, how can I assist you?" I asked.

There was a silence at the other side and I wondered if I had missed the call, then I heard the person spoke.

"Hi, this is Jenny from reception. There's a package here for you. Would you like to come down and get it, or should I send it up?" she said, asking.

What package? Who could have sent a package to me? I wasn’t expecting anything anyway. I was sure the security downstairs would have made sure it was safe, so I didn’t have to higher about that. It wasn’t as if I had an enemy to worry about though.

Sighing again, I glanced at the stack of papers o