A Race Against Time
each second slipped away, panic started to creep into Mary’s being. She was acutely aware of the narrow time frame before the CEO’s potential return. Scrambling through her memories, she racked her brain for any recollection of important numbers or dates she might have overheard. Tension hung heavy in the air, leaving Mary torn between the instinct to flee and the determination to endure.
A Race Against Time
Decoding the Past
the neighboring room, Joffrey adeptly directed the conversation, skillfully navigating the CEO’s penetrating gaze and probing inquiries that posed a threat to exposing the charade. “Have you happened to come across Mary?” The CEO queried, his eyes briefly glancing towards the entrance of his office. Joffrey chuckled, “She’s probably engrossed in yet another pressing deadline.” The weight of responsibility bore down on him, ensuring that the CEO remained blissfully unaware of his hidden sanctuary, if only for a while longer.
Decoding The Past
