Four hours later, and I still haven't found anything out about the user who emailed me that letter. I sigh in frustration and push myself away from my desktop. I cross over my spacious office to my brown leather sofa. I gracelessly throw my body onto it, feeling worn out and deflated.

I lounge there for a while, ignoring my work phone when it rung. After a bit, I decided to get up out of my shell and face the world, which I was highly disappointed in at the moment.

I shuffle over to my work phone, an iPhone Office, which is an invention I came up with. It is about the size of an iPad mini, being touchscreen as well. You don't pick it up like a regular cellphone, you just answer it and listen to who ever is calling you. A little like permanent speakerphone, but if you want a private conversation it comes equipped with an earpiece. It is meant to be for used as a work phone. I take peek at my recent calls. Only four, which is a small number compared to the six to seven I am used to.

I let out a small breath of relief, and continue to check who the calls are from. The first is from the person who brings my coffee every morning at 2:00pm precisely. Looking up at the top of my display, I see it is 1:55pm. When I look down, I see she she called at 1:50pm when she called, so she probably just wanted to know how what type of coffee I wanted. I call her back, hoping she hasn't ordered just yet.

On the third ring, she answers, "hello, this is Evelyn speaking."

"Hey Evelyn, sorry I didn't answer your call, have you ordered my coffee yet?" I say, dodging the reason why I didn't answer.

"No, I was going to get you your usual latte, extra cream, no sugar. Would you like anything else, or something different?" She asks.

"Oh, no thank you, see you soon, Evelyn," I reply.

"See you soon."

"Bye," I hang up the phone and check my appearance in the bathroom, fixing my hair up a little bit. A few minutes later I hear a knock on my door. I answer the door, "hello," I say.

"Hey, how's it going?" Evelyn smiles.

"Could be better, how about you?" I ask.

"I'm okay," she said,"here's your latte."

"Thanks, do you need anything?" I ask Evelyn.

"Actually, I was wondering if you could write me a letter of recommendation? I need it for another job."

"Of course, will you be leaving us?" I venture. I know it is rude to ask that sort of thing, but Evelyn and I have known each other for years, and have become good friends.

"No, I am just working a second job," she replies.

I feel a pang of pity for her. Working two jobs can be exhausting, and I feel bad for anyone who needs to work more than one job to support themselves. I know she has a husband that is in the military, and I hope that she is doing alright. "Well good luck. When do need that letter by?" I ask.

"In about two weeks, if that's alright," Evelyn says.

"Well then expect to see that letter in two weeks time."

"Thank you," she turns to leave.

"Wait, Evelyn. If you ever need anything else, please do not hesitate to contact me," I say.

She smiles,"thanks, it means a lot to me to hear you say that," she waves and walks back down the hallway.

I close my door and check my three other missed calls. They were mostly just colleagues who wanted to know if this or that was okay. After that is done, I remember that I need to check my mailbox , which is in the other wing of my suite. I unlock and open the door. My secretary and vice secretary greet me.

"Hello Ms. Cresta!" They say enthusiastically and in unison.

"Hello, did I receive any mail?" I ask.

The secretary, Martha, said I did. "Here you go," she said politely handing me a stack of papers.

Georgia, my vice secretary, informed me of its content. "It's mostly paperwork and bills, but there is one handwritten letter. Strangely, it doesn't say who it's from, only that it's for you. "I grimace. I have a sinking feeling that I know who that letter is from.

"Thank you," I say and stroll out, trying not to look disturbed. The letter had a weird wax seal on it. It looked like a "z" or some strange symbol. Once I am back in my main office, I tear open the letter. I let out a small scream when I see what is inside.

I drop the parchment and the room goes black.

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Author's Note: If it says in your feed that I updated my chapters, don't worry. None of the content has been changed, I have only just started to bold the Author's Note or changing little things, like the number of asterisks above the Author's Note.📝