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Heather's POV:

I was the last to leave the office Friday night. I called Shirley.

"I'm on my way home. I'll have dinner with them before letting them know. Come so you help my with my bags."

"Okay."

I left and locked the doors behind me. I got into my car and headed home.

On reaching, I didn't change but just joined them at the table for dinner.

"Good evening." I greeted. They replied. I served myself and started to eat.

"How was your day, honey? We work in the same building but you never come to my office." my mom complained.

"My day was alright, mom. The thing...