When she got back to the office, she dropped her things off at her desk and then walked Macey’s coffee down to her. She knocked on the door of the closed office and waited for her to answer before walking in.
“Here’s your coffee.” She set it down for her. “Have a good afternoon.”
“Jolie,” Macey called out to her. “Can we talk for a minute?”
“Uh, sure,” she turned back to face her. “I have to go upstairs to see Brix though. He messaged me while I was walking to lunch to ask me to come see him the minute I got back.”
Macey rounded her desk and closed the door as if wanting to make sure nobody heard what she was going to say. Jolie wondered what was going on with her as the woman studied her carefully for several uncomfortable seconds.
“Are you okay?” Macey asked suddenly.
The question
