Chapter 19 Aria

• In the hallway near the locker room, the sound of our footsteps echoes softly against the walls, creating an almost hypnotic rhythm that only heightens my anxiety. Every movement of my manager is quick and efficient as he leads me with hurried, swift steps. I follow him with my heart pounding in my chest, my mind swirling with confused thoughts and uncertain fears.
• "What would you like to discuss with me?" My voice comes out low, almost a whisper, as the anxiety begins to take over every fiber of my being. I try to keep a neutral tone, but the tension is evident, reflected in the slight tremble of my hands, which I hide in the pockets of my pants.
• My manager hesitates, his shoulders hunching a bit, as if he is uncomfortable with the conversation he is about to have with me. "Ah, yes. It is about the new owner of the company. With everything, well, it is..." My manager stammers, uncomfortable with the topic, "with everything that has happened in the past few days. He asked that if you showed up here, I was to bring you to him."