Drama

Standing in front of the conference room doors had given me trauma. I was only ever there for work—or for a confrontation. Today, it would be the latter, and I suspected there would be more than one.

The doors creaked open, revealing Señora Alcantara seated at the rearmost chair of the long table, staring out the window, biting her nails.

I might have misinterpreted what Dimalanta meant by upset. She looked more worried than angry.

Señora Alcantara took a few moments to notice me. She had been out of sorts lately—and understandably so. When she finally did see me, she sprang up from her seat like a coiled spring.

"Heneral!" she exclaimed.

"Please, be seated, Señora." It was immediately clear there would be no fiery confrontation today. That said, I was now worried for her. "Were you escorted on your way here?"