Her pulse raced as a wave of anxiety and dread crashed over her, though buried deep inside, an unacknowledged sliver of anticipation took root.
Lost in thought, she was startled when Liz from Administration knocked and entered. "Ms. Vance, the Director would like to see you in his office at ten-thirty. It's the room at the very end of the hall."
"Alright, I'll head over now." Willa's nerves flared up.
After Liz left, Willa dragged her feet for a few moments before finally taking a deep breath and heading toward the office.
The door was slightly ajar. She raised her hand and gave it two light knocks.
"Come in."
A male voice answered, laced with a cynical, lazy drawl.
Willa's heart sank, and the foot she was about to step inside with immediately pulled back.
She had heard that voice recently, but it wasn't the one she had been dreading.
Before she could pinpoint the owner, the voice called out again, "Come in?"
Willa shook off her daze, braced herself, and walked in, offering a respectful greeting. "Manager."
She slowly raised her eyes and was met with a familiar face sporting a faint smirk.
The moment she recognized him, Willa froze, a flash of surprise crossing her eyes.
A wave of immense relief swiftly washed over her.
Thank God, it wasn't Randal.
Miles leaned back in his chair, his tone casual and familiar. "Surprised to see me? Did you think it was going to be Randal?"
Caught red-handed, Willa grew even more tense, her back going completely rigid.
Maintaining a guarded stance, she asked, "May I ask why you wanted to see me, Mr. Zane?"
"What do you want to drink? Tea? Coffee?" Miles countered.

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