The mood at Mr. Frost's office was belligerent. The atmosphere in the office was as still as a graveyard. It was as though Ella and Denise had been jinxed to hold their breath. They gawked at him unsure of what to say.
Mr. Frost was seated on his executive desk, with his hands joined together. His head was resting on his hands like someone deeply meditating. His eyes were shut and he did not move when Denise and Ariella stepped into his office. He remained in the same position for a few minutes without speaking or even looking up at them.
His mobile phone beeped, jerking Ella and Denise out of their temporary spellbound trance.
The two ladies were slightly confused as they stood at the entrance, unsure of what to do. They decided to approach his desk but froze midway. Mr. Frost's head was suddenly up and glaring ferociously at them. His icy cold eyes had a sinister glint and for a moment, Ella felt them almost popping out of his eyes sockets to strangle her.
