Sofia Hamilton arrived at the company feeling that something was off.
Everyone's looks towards her had changed.
Some nodded and bowed profusely, some had forced smiles, while others hid as soon as they saw her.
Those who hurriedly dodged her were mostly the ones who had been giving her a hard time these past few days.
Upon further inquiry, she realized that everyone already knew about her identity.
She had just sat down when the Director scurried over, his smile obsequious, "Mrs. Gregory, you should no longer sit here. Your office has been moved to the CEO's suite."
This sudden change in attitude left Sofia Hamilton unsure of how to react.
Many colleagues in the design department were busy lowering their heads, as if wishing she wouldn't see them at all.
And some were already packing their belongings with tears in their eyes.
Was this the rhythm of a mass firing?
