The next day at Harrington Tech Corporation was filled with whispers, low conversations, and heavy silence.
The entire atmosphere felt like someone had drawn a thick curtain over the usual buzz of the workplace.
News of Anastasia had spread like wildfire, and everyone was reacting differently, some with curiosity, others with concern, and many with disbelief.
Sandra and George sat silently at their desks, both clearly disturbed. Neither of them had spoken much since they came in. Their eyes looked hollow, their spirits deflated.
Just then, Mr. Lawrence stepped out of his office and glanced around. His gaze locked onto Sandra.
"Sandra, please come into my office," he said in his usual calm but firm tone.
"Yes, sir," Sandra replied and immediately stood up, straightening her shirt before following him in.
Once inside, Mr. Lawrence sat down and gestured for her to do the same.
"Good morning, Sir," she greeted politely, trying to hide her unease.
