Is This True?

Chapter 5

"You look lost."

I almost jumped, hearing the same voice again. I turned around instantly watching the inquisitive look on the man's face turn as the corners of his mouth rose into a slight smirk.

Was he making fun of me because I jumped or that we've crossed paths awkwardly twice? And how on earth did he get up here so fast?

Well, I'll admit he was tall so I'd assume that long legs were a factor but why should I assume he took the stairs? He still could have taken the elevator, but he was talking with Beth! That would have been a short conversation for sure, but what does it matter?

"No--" I paused, looking right then left, trying my best to look anywhere but him.

"I'm not lost. I'm just looking for--"

Think, think! What could I possibly come up with for an excuse? Well, for one you could be honest and tell him you're looking for Denise's office. I'm sure he knows where that is since he's even up here. My thoughts swirled inside my head before my eyes landed on something.

"--the lady's room." I continued a slight smart look on my face. I was standing right beside it which would be a believable excuse to get away from him. I don't know why, but he somewhat scared me. Not in a fearful way, but like an "I don't know you and why are you even talking to me" fear, if that makes any sense at all.

The man continued to look at me with a funny look on his face as I confidently pushed the restroom door to walk inside. It didn't take me long to figure out that it was not the lady's room! 

More like the opposite.

Oops.

I walked outside my face more than likely pink as ever. How much more embarrassment must I go through today?

"Wrong one," I whispered, pushing past the other door to close it behind me. I sighed, pressing my back against the door and falling to my knees.

Torture. That's what it was. Torture. And today, was full of it.
I hope no one was in here or would try to walk in. That'd be awkward.

After recovering myself for what seemed like an eternity, I walked back out, half expecting to see that strange guy again, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Good.

Again, all I have to find is Denise's office. She's probably in there already wondering where on earth I have been all this time. I don't blame her either.

Delay after delay, I finally found her office on the eighth door on the right, just like she said. She wasn't inside as I had hoped, but I just gently laid the papers that I promised myself I wouldn't read on her desk and left the room.

Upon approaching my office back on the second floor, I realized my door was ajar when I remember closing it when I left.

Was someone in there? Had I accidentally left it open? Did someone break in and rummage through my things?

"Jenn!"

I saw Denise sitting at my desk, jumping up in surprise as she saw me standing in the doorway.

"Where have you been?"

Good question.

"Well--it's a long story," I answered honestly.

"Well, never mind that because you're needed in the conference room with Mr. Woods and some other agents."

Uh oh.

"He says it's urgent."