The next day, the atmosphere in the office was noticeably tense. The usual chatter and occasional bursts of laughter that punctuated the day were conspicuously absent. Every employee seemed to sense that their boss, Vaughn, was not in the best of moods. Conversations were kept to a minimum, and the clicking of keyboards and the quiet hum of the air conditioning filled the air. Eliza noticed it too, but she chalked it up to her imagination, thinking perhaps she was just reading too much into things.
As the day wore on, Eliza found it increasingly difficult to focus. The tension in the office was palpable, and she couldn't shake the feeling that it had something to do with her. She glanced at Vaughn's office from time to time, hoping to catch his eye, but he seemed deeply engrossed in his work, never looking up.
