Although it was a Saturday morning, Amy walked into her office with a displeased look on her face as she joined four of her colleagues who were already gathered there and were waiting for her.
"Why did you all have to keep ringing my line?" Amy asked in annoyance as she eyed them. The rest of them were still dressed in the clothes they had worn the previous day unlike her who was dressed in a neon pink and white tennis skirt, a white polo t-shirt, and a pair of sneakers.
Seeing the empty styrofoam cups of coffee on their desks, it was clear that they had slept in the office and had worked over the night. It served them right?
"We are sorry, okay? We are all a team and we need your help to do this, please," One of the men pleaded.
"I don't see why you're doing any of this when you already concluded that she was guilty. I was on my way somewhere when you called," Amy said impatiently.
