SERENA’s POV

I rushed into my office, still gulping down the lukewarm coffee from the break room machine. It was going to be one of those days, I could feel it. As I swung open the door, I was surprised to see a girl already sitting in one of the chairs across from my desk.

"Can I help you?" I asked, setting my bag down and rounding the desk to sit.

The girl shifted nervously in her seat. "Are you Serena Santos?" she asked in a small voice.

I nodded as I booted up my computer. "That's me. How can I assist you?"

"My name is Sandra," she said, tucking...