#Chapter24

The Wrong Floor

Vikram was going through a set of files when a soft knock came from the door. Instantly knowing who it might be, he invited her in.

“Yes, Ms. Gupta?”

With his eyes still engrossed in reading the documents, he questions without sparing her a glance.

“Um… I am not feeling well. Can I take the day off?”

The message was received loud and clear, cracking his focus. His head shot up to gauge her appearance and froze. In place of a radiating persona, a hollow statue greets him. She was shivering badly and her disheveled hair hid her face. In a mere glance, he knew something...