Chapter 52: A Tour

“The essence of being human is that one does not seek perfection. ”

- George Orwell

Arsala's POV

Walking towards my office with Vivian besides me, she looks tense and unlike herself today. Its like she is trying to hide something from me. I wave a hand in front of her face to get her attention.

"Earth to Vivian!"

"I'm sorry Mrs!" She quickly apologize, pulling out of her thoughts.

"I need those files and reports on my desk..." Instructing her, I place my hand on the doorknob to my office door.

"I'd get them right away Mrs...." She nods slightly.

"Are you okay?" I ask pushing the door open.

Her eyes grew big in horror, staring into my office. I look into my office only to find a figure sitting in front of my desk.

What the????

How is someone in my office so early in the morning?

"Who is this...?" I ask Vivian, walking into my office.

"I'm sorry!" Her voice bears an apologetic tone.

I walk into the office, making my way to my desk.