Chapter Twenty-Two: Who is the snitch?

"I didn't send that, Angela.” “What do you mean you didn't send that? Then why did Evans send this to me, telling me about how depressed he had been since he saw it?” “This is weird; who is doing this to me?” “I don’t know, but we have to find out.” * •• "Good morning, Mrs. Regina.” “It's Mrs. Regina now.” "So sorry, ma'am. You have an appointment with Dr. Pepper John McCain today at 10:00 a.m. and with the real estate manager, Mrs. Clinton." Jane said as she walked into my office and dropped a pile of files on my desk. "Okay, thank you." I let out a big sigh as I fixed my eyes on my phone screen. "Are you okay, ma'am?" Jane couldn't help but notice the worried look written all over my face. Something was definitely wrong, and right now all I needed was a friend and not a work assistant. Jane walked towards where I was seated and placed her arms over my shoulder. "What's wrong, ma’am? I have noticed your mood has not been cheerful since you walked in today; has there been an