*Autumn's P.O.V.*
I was laying on the floor, playing with a stuffed doll. Mrs. Hornsby was sitting on a loveseat, filling out papers while attempting to eye me. I was tired and hungry. I completely forgot to eat breakfast this morning. I should've told them. I got up from the floor and ambled over to the loveseat. I stood right in front of her. She didn't seem to notice. I fake coughed, causing her to look up at me.
"Do you need something angel?" Mrs. Hornsby asked. I shrugged. "What do you need? You can tell me," she whispered.
"I need food now," I whined. She put the papers down and stood up. She darted over to the stack of storage bins. She took a few off from the top, putting them to the side, then sat one down near me. She stacked the rest back up. I opened the bin and it was full of animal crackers and gummy bear packs. My eyes widened.
"Only one for right now sinc-" she was cut off by a door quietly opening. It was Mr. Hornsby.
"Victoria, did you forget about the meeting we have right now," he loudly whispered. Mrs. Hornsby furrowed her eyebrows then opened her mouth.
"Oh shoot, right," she murmured. She looked over at me who was hiding gummy bears in my shirt. "What are we going to do with Autumn?" she asked, looking at her husband.
"You should have thought about that before," I intruded. Mr. Hornsby looked over to the side to prevent being caught by his wife for smiling at the comment.
"That was rude, Autumn," Mrs. Hornsby said as she looked at me with lifted eyebrows.
"Sorry," I frowned. She looked back at her husband who was trying not to let out a small laugh.
"We can't take her with us. They'd be confused, nor would they be understanding with an intern in the conference room," she stated. Mr. Hornsby forced his face to go back to normal and nodded.
"It wouldn't be a bright idea to leave her in here all by herself either but Kristen can't watch her. She's quite busy today because you decided to order tons of ink from multiple companies which means they shipped it with different shipping companies so they're all coming at random times," she complained.
"We have a camera in here. Just lock the door and the drawers. We don't have long to figure this out. We have to leave her in here," he whispered. She nodded and sat on her knees.
"Be good. There's water bottles under that blanket," she pointed to the corner of the room with an orange blanket covering it. "We'll be back soon," she whispered in my ear. She got up. They started locking all the drawers. Mrs. Hornsby smiled at me as she walked at the door. I heard a click by the door. They actually locked it. I smiled and waited a minute. I took the bobby pin out of my hair.
"Now where's my phone?" I whispered. I walked over to a cabinet and unlocked it. It wasn't in there. I sighed. I took a gummy bear out of my shirt. My stomach was sticky. I folded my shirt upwards, making the gummy bears fall to the floor, and seen the jello of the gummy bears all over the inside of my shirt. I unfolded my shirt and it was smudged on the front side.
"Dummy," I whispered to myself while I picked a gummy bear of the floor and threw it into my mouth. "Ooh I have an idea," I said. I took my shirt off and bit into it. I pulled it, causing it to stretch. I pulled it more causing my shirt to slightly tear. I used my hands to rip it more. I threw it on the ground.
"They'll never know," I giggled. I kept unlocking drawers and cabinets, I still couldn't find it. "Maybe they put it in one of their offices," I whispered. I attempted to user m bobby pin to unlock the door. Surprisingly it worked. I walked over to Mr. Hornsby's desk and unlocked the drawers. I found a locked box that was rather small but big enough to fit a phone. It required a number code.
I moved under his desk. "His birthdate...820? No," I thought about more possible codes. "Her birthdate...616? Nope," I thought harder. "Wait, the number on the building...872? Yes!" I opened the box that contained my phone. I turned it on. I had another voicemail and a few more miscalls. It hasn't even been that long ago since the last few. I decided to return the call. It rung and rung. Finally the guy decided to pick up.
"You're annoying. Can you stop spam calling me? I will get the police involved if you don't leave me alone," I stated seriously.
"No you won't. Not if something is on the line that could horribly impact your life. If you get the police involved I will be notified about it and then you are surrounded by what is called literal-" I stopped him.
"Same for you. I don't know how you are calling me since I blocked you, but stop" I demanded then hung up.
"Who was that and why do you have your phone- Where is your shirt and what is all over your tummy?" Mrs. Hornsby asked. I paused. I put a password on my phone then got up from under the table to visibly face her. She did not look impress.
"I'd deal with today but the meeting took longer then expected and you're off work already," She scolded. I looked at the time. I must've not realized. Time went by very fast today.
"My shirt got tore up. I don't have one," I frowned. She looked at me with a confused look on her face then shook her head. She went into her office and brought out a jacket.
"Bring this back. You have a lot of explaining to do tomorrow," she said. My frown became bigger.
"I have an appointment tomorrow. I don't think I would be able to make it to work," I mumbled. She narrowed her eyes.
"An appointment would not take up a whole day unless you had a few or it's a medical emergency which it's clearly not a medical emergency because I never got a letter from a doctor about anything like that," She affirmed. "Bring me a note tomorrow so I can excuse you," she smiled. I nodded. I knew deep down that I was in trouble.