#Chapter30

THE MASKED AUTHOR-01

JOY

I was thirty minutes late and when I entered the office the seemingly cold and quiet environment was enough for me to know that something was wrong. Mr Richardson was sitting by the chair before my desk while Bailey was by the side of my chair, a worried look on her face.

"Good morning?" I said, my voice ringing with confusion.

"You’re the head of the fiction department. The only thing I expect for you to be is devoted, and coming late is not a good sign, Ms Gale," Mr Richardson snapped, without even giving me a chance to breathe. I glanced at Bailey who...