AARON RICHMOND POV
I packed my bag and cleared my table, preparing to leave the office for the day. As I turned off my computer and stood up from my chair, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. It had been a long and stressful day, and I was ready to go home.
"Rachel, it's time to pack up and head home," I said to my assistant, who was still working at her desk. "You've put in a long day, and I appreciate it."
"Thank you, sir," she replied, saving her work and shutting down her computer.
I nodded and headed towards the door, my eyes scanning the room to make sure everything was in order. Rachel followed close behind me, and we walked out of the office together.
As we waited for the elevator, I checked my phone for any messages. I had a text from my wife, Mary. "We need to talk," it read.
