I GOT FIRED FOR BUYING CANDY FOR A CRYING TEENAGER – A WEEK LATER, MY COWORKERS DID SOMETHING THAT LEFT THE ENTIRE CITY STUNNED

Finally, after nearly thirty exhausting minutes, she suddenly pointed weakly ahead. “There,” she whispered. “That gate.” I looked up and froze instantly. Towering iron gates stood ahead of us surrounded by stone pillars and perfectly trimmed hedges. My stomach dropped the second I recognized the entrance. It was the Whitmore estate.