Worried about Mr. Carlson
Sitting back at my desk, I started to wonder if Mr. Carlson knew anything about the mysterious file. Why was it left out like that for me to find?
What if it was a test? Frustrated and nervous, I tried to focus on my work, but my thoughts kept drifting back to Mr. Carlson.
Did this have something to do with him, or was it just a coincidence?