Lost and Found

Caught

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Chapter Six. . .

I jolted up in my chair with so much pressure that the chair tilted at the wrong angle, causing me to fall off.

My hip throbbed from where I landed on it, but not any more than my shame of being found sleeping at my desk. There was probably even drool on it.

Owen was quick to offer me his hand and I accepted while I hid beneath my wall of blonde hair. A fair amount of it had fallen out of my clip and now hung in disarray on either side of my face.

"Uh, thanks," I said, rubbing the spot at my hip.

Owen's hard eyes were on me, confusion and curiosity peeked. "Why are you here so early?" I didn't respond since I had no idea what time it actually was. Judging by the early morning light peeking through the windows, it was most likely only five in the morning. I still had another hour before I was technically supposed to start working. He assessed my clothes with pursed lips. "Did you sleep here?"

I opened my mouth to make an excuse when Mr. Hendricks rounded the corner. He had his nose in some papers and didn't look up until he was nearly on us. His eyes widened a fraction when he noticed us standing there in the mostly empty office.

"Mr. Blackbourne, Miss Sorenson," he said with a frown. I had to bite back my cringe. My name didn't sound nearly as nice on his lips as it did with Mr. Blackbourne. "What can I do for you?"

Chatter entered the office as the graveyard workers began to wrap up their shifts. Mr. Blackbourne placed a firm hand on my shoulder.

"Perhaps this would be a better conversation for your office, Robert," Mr. Blackbourne suggested.

Mr. Hendrick's face tightened at the slight, but he nodded.

"Of course. Follow me then," he said. I didn't know why Mr. Blackbourne would be privy to this conversation, but no questioned him.

Mr. Blackbourne kept his hand on my shoulder as we walked over to my boss's office, almost like he thought I would flee if he didn't. He might have been right. I was pretty nervous.

Once we were inside the office, Mr. Blackbourne shut the door behind him. Hendricks sat down in his leather chair behind his organized desk and motioned for me to take a seat in one of the armchairs in the room. I sat stiffly in one while Mr. Blackbourne leaned a shoulder against the wall to my right.

"Okay, what's this about, Miss Sorenson?" Mr. Hendricks asked me, steepling his fingers under his chin.

I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Was I about to get fired? I needed this job.

"Sang?" he prodded, a flash of irritation in his dull, blue eyes.

I ducked my head with a sigh. It wasn't like I could lie now. I was too easy to read.

"I'm sorry," I said, "I slept here overnight."

"What? Why?" Hendricks asked, confused.

My fingers played with the fabric of my skirt. "When I got home last night, I found out that someone had broken in."