Our Secret Circle

Chandler Grey arrived at the office at 7:45 and went straight to the break room. He lingered as long as possible, waiting for Braydee, but she never came. The words she had spoken to him yesterday sent a shiver down his spine. The pain in her eyes was something he recognized immediately. He had seen that same look in the eyes of his late wife in the months before she committed suicide. “Help me!” He went to his computer and began to search the employee data list. There was no one working at the company by the name of Braydee Quinn. He did a Google search hoping to find a shred of anything…