•ADRIAN•
After I had settled down, I called all the employees into my office. They stood in front of me, nervously glancing around. But they shouldn’t be worried if they had nothing to do with it.
“Now, who knew about the powder incident that happened earlier?” I asked calmly, locking eyes with each one of them.
“I don’t know anything about it, sir. I wouldn’t dare pull a stunt like that on you,” one of them quickly chirped.
“Well, I wouldn’t know if you had the guts to do something like that, considering I might have wronged you and you wanted to get back at me. But right now, I’m asking calmly: WHO THE HELL KNEW ABOUT THE POWDER?” I yelled, slamming my hand onto the desk.
They jumped back, eyes wide with fear, all denying any involvement. “We haven’t stepped foot in your office this morning,” one of them stammered. Some even claimed they never entered my office unless I was present. While they all fumbled with their denials, Brianna stood at the back, smiling quietly, not saying a word.
“If none of you fess up now, I’m sending you all to jail for a night. And trust me, that’s not an idle threat.” The humiliation from earlier burned in my mind, and I couldn’t let it go without catching whoever was responsible.
At my threat, the room erupted in voices. Then, one of them stepped forward—a female employee, the one who had delivered my briefcase earlier that morning.