“Which office is Owen McCormick’s?” One of the men asked.
Owen did his best to impersonate his secretary by typing and smiling as she often did, “Is everything okay? Is Mr. McCormick in trouble? Is there anything I can help with?”
“I’m afraid not, Miss. Your boss and many others at this organization have been under investigation for some time now, and we’re here to apprehend him.”
“Oh my! I’m sure its just a misunderstanding,” Owen lied, “I’m not in trouble, am I?”
“I’m afraid we have more than enough evidence against them. And don’t worry about yourself; this was a case at corruption at the highest level. Though you may want to consider getting your resume ready. I doubt this place will still be here considering what they’ve done.”
Owen just continued to type and smile as he began to wonder if his protection spell had actually worked perfectly.
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