Back upstairs, Violet swung open doors to a tiny office at the back of the hall. Lia had mistook it for a closet before she saw Violet opening it. The room looked as though it had never been opened in a year, swirls of dust floated and the tiny desk and chair sat sadly stacked up against the wall.
Violet turned and smiled apologetically, "I didn't know the office was in such bad shape. I will have it cleaned and arranged today."
"This is… nice." Lia mumbled. "I mean, I have never even had my own office, mostly cubicles. A little dust is fine." She chuckled awkwardly.
Lia thought how back to fancy and polished James's office was, even Violet's. Why did she end up with the closet? She thought bitterly whether this was all part of his game. Perhaps he knew exactly who he was hiring and had planned out her torture in detail. Lia sighed as Violet phoned the cleaning department to come clean the office.