After Daisy left, the people who were left alone with Ryle in his office found it hard to breath. Why were they left here like lambs waiting to be slaughtered? What was their crime?
'Crack'
The thick glass desk cracked completely under the fire and everything atop it crashed to the ground as it shattered, the fire started spreading towards the dark carpet flooring.
The fire alarms have been going off for who knows how many minutes yet nobody had paid the least bit attention to it yet.
Ryle looked at the men who were standing there quietly, ''You feel cold?"
The men nodded, but then shook their head, unsure of how to respond. Their bodies were hot but their hearts were cold.
"Then, are you mistaking this for a bonfire?" Ryle smiled. Only that the smile did not reach his eyes.
To them, that smile on that handsome face looked maniac, making them feel all out of sorts as they quickly rushed to get over the fire extinguisher.
