Untold chronicles of power

Chapter Ninety-eight

Abigail approached the director's office, the staff member knocked on the door with urgency.

The sound echoed through the hallway, a sharp rap that cut through the silence like a blade.

"Come in," a voice called from within the office.

The staff member pushed open the door, ushering Abigail into the room before stepping aside respectfully. Abigail took a deep breath, steeling herself for the encounter that lay ahead.

"Sir, we have Abigail Palms wanting to see you," the staff member announced, her voice ringing with a note of deference.

The director looked up from his desk, his expression one of mild surprise at the unexpected visitor. "The Abigail Palms?" he repeated, a hint of incredulity creeping into his tone.

The staff member nodded eagerly. "Yes, sir," she confirmed.

Abigail met the director's gaze head-on, her eyes steady and unwavering.

"Thank you, Emily. You can leave us," the director said, gesturing for the staff member to depart.

Emily nodded obediently, casting a curious