What’s Going On?
Advertisement
“I don’t know what’s happening,” Frank whispered to himself, clutching his mop as though it could protect him. “Someone’s setting me up on purpose.”
His voice cracked in frustration. Colleagues passed by without a word, glancing at him like he carried something contagious. His once-dependable routine was unraveling, strand by strand, and there was nothing he could do.
Page 42 of 70