Fara stepped out of the elevator and into the office, her heels clicking against the tiled floor. Something felt... off. As she walked toward her office, heads turned, and hushed whispers trailed in her wake. Eyes darted away as soon as she met them, but the faint murmur of her name kept reaching her ears.
What the hell is going on? she thought, forcing herself to keep her head high. She couldn't exactly call anyone out on their gawking — not without looking paranoid — but the sensation of being under a microscope was impossible to shake.
When she finally reached her office, she caught sight of Bonita by the door. "Bonita," Fara said, her tone clipped but polite, "could you bring me a black coffee? Extra bitter."
"Yes, ma'am," Bonita said with a nod, scurrying off quickly, though not without giving Fara a wide-eyed look that was... odd.
