She asked everyone she could find. They all said the same thing: no one had seen me in days.
It wasn't until she barged into the supervisor's office that she got her answer. The supervisor glanced at her with disinterest. "Charles resigned."
"You didn't know?"
The flat, indifferent tone said everything.
Elaine stood there as if someone had ripped the spine right out of her. She couldn't move.
She pulled out her phone and dialed my speed-dial number over and over. No one picked up.
I was on a high-speed train heading back to my hometown. The company group chat I hadn't had time to leave was blowing up, message after message flooding in.
Someone had posted a video.
The signal on the train was weak, so I didn't bother opening it. The thumbnail showed Elaine from behind, looking utterly wrecked.
Mr. Gray's wife showed up at the hospital! The cops came!
Where's Charles?
