“Okay, okay. Go. Your father is waiting for me outside to go jogging, anyway. I will talk to you later. Love you!”

“Love you too!”

Blowing out a breath, I checked myself in the rearview one last time before getting out of the car. The huge building stood tall over me. It felt like a déjà vu. But I just hoped today wouldn’t turn out like last time.

Forcing my legs, I raised my chin high and walked ahead. But as soon as I crossed the entrance, my steps halted.

People were on a marathon around the lobby, coming in and out with boxes, racing around with loads of folders. No one cast another a single glance as they ran like headless chickens. Even the receptionist was having difficulties attending so many phone calls at a time.

A frown set on my forehead. What was happening here?

“Hi! Good morning. It’s my first day here, so can you tell me where Lucinda is—”

The receptionist cut me off with her hand and picked up another call.

“Excuse me? Can you please tell me—”

She ignored me again, too busy on the phone. And then my gaze fell on the packed box on her left. Was she—leaving?

Some other staff were also carrying those same boxes with crestfallen faces. What was happening?

Then Lucinda came into my view.

“Oh, Ms. Hutton. You’re already here, I see. Good that I found you now, otherwise I don’t think I’d have any time later to discuss anything with you. Now, follow me.”

She didn’t even let me speak as she turned around and stormed away, leaving me with no choice but to follow her.

“You see, there is a lot of work today. So, I won’t take much of your time. Sadly, Mr. Cooper is not here right now, otherwise he’d inform you all newcomers himself,” she informed, not slowing down a bit.

It was good he wasn’t here. I preferred my environment to be pure and breathable.

“Uh, what is going on here?” I queried. But the woman ignored me, walking inside a spacious office.

“Here!”

“What is it?” I eyed the white envelope she handed me. Something churned in my stomach.

Oh no! Was I already fired for some reason?

“Your transfer letter,” she replied, with no emotions on her face. “You’ve been transferred to another city in one of this company’s branches.”

“What?” I gaped. “What do you mean by a transfer letter? I-I don’t understand. What’s happening here? I just joined today.”

She sighed. “We apologize for the sudden decision, Ms. Hutton. But Coopers Fabrics was sold to a multinational company last night. A lot of employees have lost their jobs, some even got appointed. You’re lucky that the new owner didn’t terminate the newcomers and decided to give them a chance.”