Chapter 16 : A Day with an Artist
*Trinity's POV*
It was Wednesday and I was in that dreaded elevator again. I tried to avoid my reflection in the metal doors as it showed how puffy my eyes still were. I must have cried all night, even in my sleep, because even make-up couldn't hide the irritation.
And staring at them just reminded me of why I was crying in the first place, so I preferred not to look.
I walked into the office and waved at an Amber that was on the phone and walked straight to Mr. Withers’ door. It was ajar, so I walked in with a light knock, prepared to hand him his morning order.
Except his chair was empty.
I stood for a moment in confusion before turning around to head back out to mine and Amber's desks. She was still on the phone, so I walked up to the side and leaned against the edge, waiting for the call to complete. I set the morning order beside me and pulled out my phone. Nope, no missed text or call.