The moment we arrived at Whitmore Industries, everyone seemed busier than usual.
Employees moved through the hallways carrying files and tablets while supervisors exchanged hurried discussions near the elevators.
The atmosphere was noticeably heavier than normal.
The pest problem was clearly affecting everyone.
As soon as we stepped out of the elevator on the executive floor, Anna glanced at me.
"You see that?"
I followed her gaze toward a group of department managers speaking in hushed voices.
"They're worried."
I nodded.
"And they have every reason to be."
Aunt Veronica said from the side.
The losses had been growing for months.
At first everyone thought it would be temporary.
Now no one was sure anymore.
We continued toward the conference room where Uncle Herbert was already waiting with several executives.
The moment we entered, the conversations stopped.
"Good morning."
"Morning, Director Alicia."
"Good morning, Ma'am Veronica."
