The Hidden Gap

Martha walked in with a glass of milk, her usual respectful demeanor now showing more obvious unease and worry than usual.

"M-Ms. Vance," she almost said something else, but quickly corrected herself.

Her hands fidgeted nervously as she continued, "Mr. Mercer just called. There's an emergency at the company, so he'll be back late. He said you shouldn't wait for him and should go ahead and rest."

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