Our parents went home Sunday afternoon. They know that I was expected back at work the following day.
When we arrived, I can feel some people's gaze on me but it was not as intense as I expected it to be. I went to the HR department as instructed by Ms. Maureen. She waved at me and motioned for me to follow her.
"Have a seat, Helena." she said the moment we got in her office. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine Ms. Maureen." I responded with a smile.
I looked at her closely but whatever internal turmoil that she might be feeling is not showing on her face. This really amazed me. The rumor about the identity of Mr. Larson's woman never died down. Instead it has gradually increasing both in intensity and speculation.
