CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIX – YOU’RE FIRED!

Joan's eyes fluttered open, the morning light streaming through the curtains. She groaned, remembering the events of the previous night. As she got ready for work, a sense of dread settled in her stomach. The moment she stepped into the Vehara Institute, she knew something was wrong. The receptionist avoided her gaze, and her colleagues whispered as she passed. "Ms. Keppler," a stern voice called out. "Dr. Vehara wants to see you in her office. Immediately." Joan's heart raced as she made her way to Dr. Vehara's office. She knocked tentatively. "Come in," Dr. Vehara's voice commanded. Joan entered, her eyes immediately falling on Larry, who was already seated. His face was a mixture of smugness and something else... was it regret? Dr. Vehara's usually warm brown eyes were cold as ice. "Sit down, Ms. Keppler." Joan complied, her hands shaking slightly. Dr. Vehara leaned forward, her fingers steepled. "Ms. Keppler, do you know why you're here?" Joan swallowed hard. "I... I have