Alfheim

I. Missed calls

"Hi, welcome to Happy Travels! How can I help you?" I said as I picked up the phone.
"Hi, I'm Naomi Martin and I just booked a trip to Prague. I was wondering if I could ask more about the tours they are offering there."
"Of course!' I answered.
"Can I connect you to a colleague of mine? She knows more about the tours and sights in Prague," I suggested.
"Yes, that would be great," the woman named Naomi answered.
"Okay, then I'll connect you to her, ' I said. I looked at Joanne's desk behind me. Empty. 'JOANNE!' I shouted. And there she was. Late, as usual. "I'm here, I'm here!" she said as she ran into the office with a coffee in her hand. Her hair was pointing in every direction.
"Has the manager arrived yet?" she asked.
"No, she took the day off remember,' I answered.
Joanne sighed and sat down on her armchair. "I connected you to my previous caller. She wants to know more about the tours in Prague,"I told her. She nodded and grabbed her phone to talk to Naomi.
It was Saturday. Most of the time we are with five people at the office: the twins Tracey and Stacy, Kyle, Rose (the manager) and there is me and Joanne. Tracey, Stacy and Kyle also took the day off because they were going to some festival. Joanne and I are lucky Saturdays at the office are not that busy. The line opens at 10 am and closes at 5 pm. Since Spring Break is over, only a few people want to go on a vacation.

Fast forward to 5pm.

"We are done for the day!" Joanne shouts as we walk out of the building. I nod as I look on my phone. "3 missed calls from Dad" I wonder what's wrong.
"Let's go to that Taco place we went last time with Kyle!"Joanne suggests. I smiled and answered: "That taco place is too far away. You want to have dinner at my place?"
"No thanks. I'm gonna stuff my face with some taco's! See you next week then!" she said while walking away and waving at me.
While I was walking towards the underground nearby, I called my father. "Hi sweetheart! I'm so glad you called," my father said.
"Hi dad. What's wrong?" I asked worried. He told me that his publisher wanted to have the book finished a month earlier than the original date. He also told me that his publisher wanted him to spice things up in the story. His voice sounded dry. He probably drank a lot and cried his eyes out. It's understandable. Since he wrote his last series he hadn't had a day off. "Dad, are you at the office?" I asked softly. "Yes," he answered.
"I'm coming to the office, okay? Then we can sort this all out together," I suggested.
"Yes, thank you so much, Ysabel!" he cried out.

When I arrived at dad's office I took a lift to the 3rd floor. I walked past the empty desks towards the room in the back where his office was. I knocked on the door. No answer...